Fatback Jack … Absconders of Truth

“Mean backstabbing pretenders of civility and all things sacred? Yeah, those Calamity Bode folks sure have got their fair share. On the other hand, if you’re lookin’ locally for deviant self righteous absconders of the truth, who can, and will, talk both ears off a wounded mule, Sunday morning worship purports commencement at ten o’clock.”

Thanks, Fatback.

“A decent kindhearted feller like you would be keen to keep one hand on your wallet.”

Why’s that?

“It might be free to get in, but it’ll cost you to get out.”

How’s that?

“They like to pass the plate around until there’s no jingle in your jangle.”

Thanks for the heads up.

“My pleasure. Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”

Gibbs. Reverend Jon D.

“You’re the new white-collar?”

No collar, but yes, I am the new pastor of First Church.

“I’d take back what I said about your congregants, Gibby, but then I’d be lying.”

No worries, Fatback. Sounds like they might need a little shepherding.

“Or a good flood to cleanse the whole lot of them.”

Well, a little immersion always benefits the soul.


~ Fatback Jack ~
The Desert Sun Saga – Life In Motion

James F. Ross


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I Said, She Said … A Knockout

“Our Friday morning bus rides. I love them.”

Uh huh.

“Have you ever missed your husband?”

What’s that? Husband?

“Yeah. Your husband. Do you ever miss him?”

You interrupt my reading for this?! Where did this come from?

“I don’t know. I was just thinking.”

Which one?

“Which one what?”

Which husband?

“You’ve been married more than once?”

Well technically, yeah. Twice.

“Have you ever missed them?”

Well let’s see … The aptly named number two, I missed, but when he dodged me, he fell headfirst into a pile of horse manure. So yeah, I missed him, but in a good way.


Husband number one? He was a knockout. Never missed him a bit. I always made contact with the little weasel.

“You’ve never been known for pulling your punches.”

Not ashamed in the least.

“Cream cheese?”


“I’m segueing. Bagel Bagel is at the next stop … my treat.”

Cream cheese and a vanilla latte.

“I’ll spring for the bagels. You can cover the espressos.”

Will do. Pull the cord.


Ring the bell. We’re here.

James F. Ross


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I Said, She Said … Vaguely

What time is it?

“Half past a freckle.”

Seriously. What time is it?

“Noon o’twoish.”

Could you possibly be more vague?


James F. Ross 


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Of A Morning

Of a morning
Did she write
Word to verse
Upon reflection

Of a friend
A forest trail
Hand in hand
Sincere affection

Of a breeze
A sandy dune
Sloop and sail
Silently drifting

Of a night
Starry blue
Meadow moon
Fireflies dancing

Of a morning
She did write
Awash in love
Upon reflection

James F. Ross

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Sweet Surrender

A life unforgettable
Honey, creamed to perfection

Would that I confront my own struggles
As brave and courageous
Fearlessly shadow boxing to muster
One solid uppercut in the final round

Silence. Peaceful rest
Though never fathomed
Is an open-arm sweet surrender welcome
Extracting bliss from your love

James F. Ross

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I Said, She Said … On The Other Hand

“Sweet Jesus, I’m wearing two wristwatches!”

What on earth for?

“I’m absolutely clueless …. a complete mystery.”

You’re telling me.


Absolutely clueless. I often hear that admitting a problem tends to be the first step toward full recovery.

“Imagine that.”

In your case, it might be considered a giant leap for mankind.

“A mystery?”

On a daily basis.

“If it’s a bonafide mystery.”

It is. You are. Trust me.

“Ok. So it is. Why am I wearing two watches?”

Not a clue.

“Time to play private detective.”


“I’ll be O’Holmes, and you can be O’Watson.”

What’s with the O?

“Copyright storm troopers. They’re everywhere.”


“You start.”

Ok. Say there, McHolmes …


Sorry about that. Why Irish?

“My pap always said that if he had half a brain, he’d be a Brit.”

And so …?

“I want my detective to come across as being akin to intelligence. So, he’s a smart aleck Irishman.”

You were born for this role.

“Try again.”

Ok. Say there, O’Holmes. Why are you wearing two wristwatches?

“Nice line. Clearly enunciated with a slight flare of professionalism.”

Thank you. Your turn.

“Two watches?! Oh, good God I am. But why?”


“Ok. Thinking … On one hand, this is a new watch. Maybe it keeps time better?”


“And the other is old, bought it a pawn shop, used, and isn’t reliable.”

So why are you wearing it?

“It’s a secondhand watch.”

Now, that actually makes as little sense as possible.

“Why do I have two watches today? That’s perplexing.”

Think … again.

“Thinking …”


“You have a lot of patience, Doctor O’.”

That’s what friends are for … being patient.

“Got it!”

Fantastic! Let’s hear it.

“The new watch is to help be on time … Like meeting you at the bus stop.”

And you did. Right on time.

“The other watch is to remind me to ask if you’d like to go to a movie and then dinner afterwards.”


“Really, really.”

I’d love to. Thanks for asking.

“My pleasure.”

What time does the movie start?

“Well, on one hand, we’re already late.”

Oh no.

“But on the other hand, we’ll just make it if you pull the cord right now.”

Right now?

“ now. This is our stop.”

Got it.

“Happy Valentines Day.”

Happy Valentines Day back at you, knucklehead.

James F. Ross

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Screaming In Paradise

Pushed Aside

Ignite a blue-tip off my tension
And watch me burn
A hole
A wonder
A crying shame
A memory that should never be

My mind
Suspended by a nonexistent cushion
Is on the brink
No respite dreams to waken

The erupting opus in my rift
Knows discord not that chord
An effortless bowel movement
Forget about it
Trying to waltz to this piece of junk manuscript
Is useless
A squandered life

Disappointing to you
A barge headed to Twelve Point
Midnight runs for self-respect

A monochrome rainbow of downward glances
Piercing even the best armor of hope
Every black and white waiting
To call in a disturbance of their harmony

From sea to shinning sea
There are cries of hunger and pain
Walking among you
God’s Grace has been shed

Screaming In Paradise
No one can see me

Screaming In Paradise
No one can bear me

Screaming In Paradise
Are you listening?


Screaming In Paradise

James F. Ross


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Paint The Moon

Away away seafaring brood
Away to ships and sailing
Traverse again to distant shores
Remember those awaiting

Away away ye kindred kind
Away to gathering be
We’ll paint the moon ’til starry night
Whenever you come home to me

Away away to hinterland
Forever dreaming you’ll be
Arrest your fear to once again
Lay hold the joy you’re seeking

Away away ye kindred kind
Sojourn to gathering be
We’ll paint the moon ’til starry night
Whenever you come home to me


James F. Ross

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A sill-less window
Frames your struggle

Save the rapture
Survival is inevitable

Hackberry embers
Console memories
Not yet relinquished

From the east,
A light familiar
Illuminates your admiration

Blue hued cotton
Awaits my impression

James F. Ross


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My Beautiful Moment

Spoken Word Poetry Video

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My Beautiful Moment

James F. Ross

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Today’s Walk

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James F. Ross


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A Wonderful Review

I Am FlyingThe latest review for my short-story, I Am Flying, was graciously posted on Amazon yesterday, November 13th, by Ms. Molly Gapp. For your convenience, I Am Flying is available as a free download throughout the weekend. You don’t need to own a Kindle to read this story; a free Kindle app is available for most major smartphones, tablets and computers.

Molly’s Review

“This is a short but lovely, tender story of a kindly retired professor who still very much misses his deceased wife, Marie. I’m glad I discovered this little gem—so much so that when I reached the end I immediately reread it, and enjoyed it even more the second time. I have a feeling I will be thinking about this story for a long time to come.”

                                     My gift to you,


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Seaweed Art



Before and After

James F. Ross


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A Walk On The Wharf



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I Said, She Said … Take Two

“Your pixels are well defined tonight.”

Is that a compliment, Davis?

“It’s not an insult.”

Well in that case, I’m all tingly.

“Is that sarcasm?”

Me? Sarcastic?

“Yes … you.”

When I release the sarcasm, you won’t have a clue.

“So … You’re saying you are actually tingling?”

Tingling with all kinds of flutter.


Order an expensive bottle of wine so we can celebrate.


My perky high definition pixels.

“I’ll order two.”

James F. Ross

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Sunrise Moonset






James F. Ross


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Get It Right

Dear Republican Party,

If he’s your candidate, then I’ll be voting for her.

I’m just saying,

James F. Ross



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Light Shade


James F. Ross


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My Afternoon Walk

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James F. Ross


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To Save A Life

Today is Monday.

“Is it?”

It is to me.

“Then today is Monday.”

Is it?

“It is for you.”

Then it is … Monday. You are certain?

“Agreed; and yes, I am certain.”

I need your help with something.

“That’s why we’re here. How can I help you today?”

I want … I mean, I need …


To travel back … in time.


To save a life.

“I see. Quite the journey … and task. Are you sure you’re ready to take this on? Are you prepared?”

I’ve been prepared my entire life. I’m more than ready. Will you help me?

“Do you believe that I can?”

Yes. Yes. I really do.

“Then I will.”


“Today is Monday.”

Yes. Of that much, I am certain.

“Then today. We’ll begin … today.”


“Yes. Let’s take the first steps today.”

Today. I would like that. Yes. Let’s begin today.

James F. Ross

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