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Travis and Joan

Writing and Doing

This site is about our writing, mostly, but also we offer a little cooking, dining out, some drinking, food and travel tips  and some just messing around. Trav was a farmkid, boat captain and poet.  His talented and lovely partner Joan is a resturant reviewer, food writer, cookbook author, legal counsel, wine expert and much more.

There is one rule here which is a carryover from years at sea. Aboard this strange boat we don't talk about politics or religion. We our however, opinionated. 


We are learning every day. To write. To fail. Try again. Come along with us. 

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The Games Begin (again)

Not quite Cowboy Stadium or Arrowhead. This is a shot of the Coliseum, in Rome. Now that the NFL Playoffs are in full swing the...

Rain in the Night

eyes not open release the half-forgotten songs, the directions to places you don't wish to return to, the news of the day in Cleveland,...

Art vs AI

Lately more and more the topic of AI comes up among my friends. The ones in education reveal that they encounter computer generated...

Short Story: CHERRY COKES

https://www.saintpaulalmanac-themagazine.org/post/cherry-cokes The ST PAUL ALMANAC kindly published one of my short stories. The link is...

Growing Dark

Though the days remain warm, the nights grow longer every day. That's a fact, Time Change or not. This poem is one result: Dream Sought I...

Dab Dabble

Years ago my Sweetie gave me a paint set. I toyed with them during the pandemic, but jut once or twice. In a seemingly unrelated matter I...

Waiting For Fish

Squads of sea lions, bored and hungry, slide past cars of indifference, past a bridge built to withstand earthquakes. They await a run of...

Shooting Baskets with Mike

Imagine a basketball court set high up the flanks of a deserted island, surrounded by blue-cold seas. Make it an outdoor court, sheets of...

Visiting WWI

I don't know where it started or why, but I have long had a fascination with the First World War. I read the best historians--Alistair...

Open a Door

The old saying is that every journey begins with a single step. I wish to point out that, before you take that single step, there is a...

100-Word Story

SWEET SORROW “This,” Amy said, “is why I left you.” They sat in a booth, not side by side, but across. “Whattaya mean?” “I mean, Richard,...

Another Poetry Disaster

ANOTHER TRAGIC POETRY DISASTER Reports today of a poetry spill on the 5. Highway Patrol has all lanes blocked, a real mess in both...

Sipping Blue

sipping blue even on our evening walk a cloud an enveloping waft of misery and sadness. It tastes of failure and looks familiar. What is...

Been Forty Years

BEEN FORTY YEARS wake up flinch! wake up rush to put on pants socks shirt shoes jacket outside outside the air is still the air is cold...

NFTs & Blockchains

We writers are hungry for any form of recognition. Having labored long, usually alone at a desk or table, we are continually bedeviled by...

Tract-ah!

The grandson is fascinated by tractors. Bulldozers and excavators are cool, and garbage trucks sublime, but tractors rule. He is growing...

Wescent Crenches

This beauty, this glorious chunk of steel, is an Atlas Diesel engine circa 1920 or so. To a subset of gear heads this is legend. For most...

How About A Little Wire, Scarecrow?

https://www.pacificmaritimegroup.com/how-about-a-little-wire-scarecrow/ Writing is writing, I guess, and here is a link to a Blog post I...

Atlas of Imaginary Places

In the Atlas of Imaginary Places there are dragons among the wet damp caves between Forgotten Seas, where the Circular River has left a...

King Winter

King Winter On a day as this when the winds bear an icy breath, they strip the vines of vineyard leaves, disrupting the careful symmetry...

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