Month: May 2025

Alexis, a high white witch
was hiking with a friend
named Swen in Yosemite
National Park.

A mile into the hike, Swen
screamed as he was sucked
into an invisible, ravenous vortex.

Alexis, having knowledge of
these invisible, predatory vortexes and
having dealt with them before

could see them with her powerful
psychic sight.

She saw Swen trapped in
the Vortex’s spiraling fields of
magnetic energy about to
be devoured.

She pointed her index finger,
that had a magical, obsidian ring
on it, at the mouth of
the vortex.

She shouted SHAREEM, SHAREEM,
SHAREEM, and a sound like thunder
boomed in the air,

as a laser-like, green light
shot out of the ring into the
vortex.

Swen was spit out of the mouth
of the vortex when the green light
struck the vortex like a deadly lightning bolt.

The vortex became enflamed with green fire
that was burning it to death until in a
puff of green smoke the portal was
incinerated out of existence.

After the green light ended the vortex,
it flashed three times and zipped back
into Alexis’s obsidian ring.

And Alexis and Swen continued their hike
on what was otherwise a serene summer day.

Bob Boyd

I don’t know why, but I like the look of human wolf hybrids.
And I’d like to see three of them, like in the song Werewolves of London, strolling with capes, canes and top hats in the bustling streets of London.

That to me would be the coolest sight if you knew they were not harmful and, actually, had charismatic charms and engaging personalities.

But, woe upon woes, the closest I’ve heard of human wolf hybrids, are the dogman sightings in 38 of the 50 states, and they are reported to be threatening and far from charming.

And I cannot stretch my imagination far enough to believe in them.

So I’m sticking with wishing fictional, cool werewolves were real.

And for me a better choice than believing in the lesser dogmen, alleged to be real and howling all over the U S of A.

Bob Boyd

i used to believe in reincarnation

but now i am not so sure

i think my fanciful thinking began in my early twenties when i for unclear reasons

thought i had been a cave dweller and an english lord in former lives

then after a profound meditation initiation i felt i had come home and been a hindu monk in a former life

that fanciful idea may have been closer to reality than the others
because i took to hindu meditation practices and philosophies with tremendous zeal

and had experiences that seemed to bear that belief out

but now i have my doubts about reincarnation being real contrary to claims of people who say they know they lived former lives

and they might be right

but i have no desire to return to this life

i could return into a horrible world on the cusp of a nuclear holocaust or some other horrific happening

and i once read that when you died you had a choice to advance
spiritually in the afterlife or return to the school for souls on earth

i liked the idea of having a choice

but odds are what i read about the choice was nonsense

but getting back to the transmigration of souls

romantic fool that i can be

without hesitation i would come back to this life for a true and lasting love that somehow i knew was destined to be my forever soulmate

and for her love i would willingly be born into a nuclear holocaust just to find her and be with her

bob boyd

First time I heard the saying, the
heart knows what it wants. I liked
it. It sounded mystically romantic
to me.

As if the heart was a separate entity
capable of making romantic choices
superior to the mind’s wants

But, alas, the heart may know what
it wants, but as many relationships
bear out,

what the heart wants may not
always be good for a person’s
peace of mind.

In some cases not good for a
person’s life.

My heart has led me astray a number
of times causing me to not listen to
my mind and make less than ideal
choices.

I recall my heart wanting a beautiful
blonde haired women with a sweet
Southern accent, who lived far away
from me

and leaving a good job and moving
hundreds of miles away to be with her

because my heart wanted true love
more than a job.

And my heart told me I could always
find another job, and true love was
more important, and you don’t get
opportunities for real love as often
as you can find a job.

In the end the blonde haired
Southern beauty stole money out
of my ATM machine and was

writing romantic letters to some
married guy, and my heart had
led me astray.

And what my heart had wanted
kind of made a fool out of me.

Perhaps for you what your heart
wanted worked out, but maybe you
have a smarter heart than I
do.

And, probably, more accurately,
better intuition about matters
concerning the heart.

Bob Boyd