Friday, July 30, 2021
At a garage sale on South Hill, I saw a deer. A price tag was tied to it. I couldn’t read it though. The deer kept moving around the record player, behind the wading pool and a lamp. For a moment I wondered how it would do in our yard, but I bought a toaster instead.
Posted by allen frost at 9:21 AM
Thursday, July 29, 2021
They grow on glass branches on trees that almost aren’t there. You could bump into one if you’re not careful. Sometimes all you see is the shadow of a tree. You’ll need to hold out your arms like a sleepwalker, feel for the switch and turn the tree on like a chandelier, making every ripe apple glow.
Posted by allen frost at 9:54 AM
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Once I read some stories on Eastlake Avenue. Like a first-rate fool, I thought up a great gag that was sure to wow the crowd. A pair of glasses with no lenses. Without knowing it, I went through the same routine as a 1936 comedy. Only no one was laughing. Anyway, I tried. I have enjoyed my time here among you and I have done my best to entertain you.
Posted by allen frost at 4:15 PM
An old white horse is riding the elevator of the Leopold. Nobody knows how it ended up in there. The crowd in the lobby watches the arrow as it rides between the floors. For a moment it rests on the 11th floor, then it’s moving two stories down, then somewhere else again. By night the people have gone, except for the clerk at the desk who has grown used to it.
Posted by allen frost at 8:28 AM
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
Fans of villains will appreciate the one in COSMONAUT. The busy-body nightcrawler named Pestus Cleek. (Thanks to JGenius for coming up with that name!) Pestus is sure Yuri Gagarin is the start of a space invasion...until his hero Ulysses Grant appears beside a parked Plymouth Skylark. For more, read the book! I promise you'll like it. Here's a page spread from the novel featuring Pestus Cleek:
Posted by allen frost at 10:36 AM
Monday, July 26, 2021
Sunday, July 25, 2021
We were at the park when I saw the fake dog. At least that’s what I told the kids. I pointed out the odd way it ran. They weren’t sure. It was obvious to me anyway there was a person inside. Finally, I had to know for certain. I crossed the playing field. Big footprints have flattened the clover, but the fake dog was done running. It was sitting on a bench reading the newspaper.
Posted by allen frost at 10:22 AM
Each weekend, we dress the part, and explore the town as tourists. We point at things and take a lot of pictures and we like to ask directions. We pretend astonishment by things we’ve seen for years. Pretty soon we’re going further, to places we’ve never been. With all our practice, we will know how to act.
Posted by allen frost at 10:18 AM
The flying beds are guided carefully across the night skies by radar. The people dreaming on them are going all over the world. Lights rushing back and forth in the stars. During the daytime, there isn’t as much traffic. Mostly babies in cribs and old men lucky enough to crawl under a blanket in the middle of the day.
Posted by allen frost at 9:50 AM
Saturday, July 24, 2021
Our neighbor stands at the curb holding a piece of paper in his right hand. He looks down the street and checks his watch three times in a row, shuffling back and forth on the sidewalk. A few cars pass. If something doesn’t happen soon, he’s going to go back inside and shut the door and we might never know what he was waiting for.
Posted by allen frost at 9:42 AM
Friday, July 23, 2021
Why would we be talking about a school report forty years later with the sun shining on Alder Street and a view of the bay full of sailboats? It’s fun to think of comic calamities when you’re walking with a friend. South Hill has some big, elegant homes from a time when they made them that way and a camera could glide along the curb and stop at a well-tended garden where a well-dressed old man in his last movie is smiling at the leaves and flowers.
Posted by allen frost at 9:39 AM
Thursday, July 22, 2021
When they’re just beginning, it takes effort to balance. A branch seems awful high in the air and it’s not just sitting they need to do. This one was only a kitten and it faded in and out with every tentative step. A smile was something it could only manage when the job was done.
Posted by allen frost at 10:34 AM
Tuesday, July 20, 2021
Friday, July 16, 2021
Thursday, July 15, 2021
Sleep is turning into alarm clocks all down the street. The night has crawled in with him, purring like a black cat. He rests in the basement in a casket seasoned with dirt from Transylvania. When he wakes at midnight, he carefully brushes his tuxedo clean. He’s never seen the morning, but he imagines this is what it’s like to face another day at the job.
Posted by allen frost at 2:14 PM
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
The SQUIRRELS' BUTLER: Ordinarily you wouldn’t expect to find a butler standing next to a redwood tree. Tuxedo, sunshine, black dress shoes on a bed of needles. He kept guard beside a long string that led up two hundred feet of red bark. Like a studio apartment in the clouds, they lived in luxury. The sound of the little silver bell meant they wanted him; they were ready to start the day.
Posted by allen frost at 3:19 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
Thank you Vincent Price for inspiring the creation of this Good Deed Rain book published in 2017. Contains 5 out-of-this-world adventures. Including The Schubert Story about a magical dog that speaks like Katherine Hepburn. (Loyal readers will remember another talking animal in the 2020 novel Old Salt: a seagull who talks like Cary Grant.)
Posted by allen frost at 8:12 PM
There’s always someone willing to open Frankenstein doors to unspeakable fate, like the counterfeit peach. Dulled by soundproof walls, the racket of spindles and levers, rollers, platen, treadle, a flywheel that creaks round and round, each fruit is manufactured and held up to a magnified eye. They’re good enough to trick the man at the newsstand, or the waitress tired on her feet. For a little while. Oh, but it can’t last. It’s an old story with a moral too: there’s no way to truly replicate a peach, for that only nature can create.
Posted by allen frost at 11:34 AM
Monday, July 12, 2021
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Saturday, July 3, 2021
I waited at the curb for Jack Webb to pass on his bicycle. It was a hot day, he was serious, concentrated on the road ahead and getting wherever he was needed to be. Towards evening, I saw him again, riding the other way, coming back home I suppose. As far as I can discern, the only thing he picked up along the way was a sunburn.
Posted by allen frost at 10:10 AM
Friday, July 2, 2021
Yuri Gagarin crawled under the parachute, into his spacecraft, onto his chair. A little lamp was on. He kept the hatch open. There were planets he had been to where he wouldn’t do that—just think of those giant mosquitoes on BXE13M. They dressed as encyclopedia salesmen and knocked on the door and promised him the wonders of their world for just 50 rubles a month, and the first volume was free! It was a good deal, but he managed to resist their pitch.
Posted by allen frost at 3:12 PM