Duane L. Herrmann

NEW “NORMAL”

Zoom here,
Zoom there,
Going nowhere, and yet anywhere!

UP AND…

Little spider climbing
up the air
on invisible string.

SPECIAL FRIEND

Gentle purring indicates
it is awake
soon
will need to be fed.
I care for its needs,
it can then help me –
we are a team:
my friend,
my chainsaw.

FOREST ENCHANTMENT

The man has a place in the country, a few acres. Part of it is meadow, but part is hillside with trees. The meadow is a nice open space, but it is the trees that enchant him. Their shade and the breeze particularly attract him. They are his refuge from a life of stress. A friend posted a photo she had found of someone who also had trees, and in their roots had placed tiny elfin doors, windows and even walkways, handmade but exquisite. He would do that too!! They would add a magical touch to his magical place.

SO MUCH UPSIDE DOWN

He sits at home imprisoned by disease, yet his world has expanded more than he ever imagined. Technology connects him to people and places in the world where he could never otherwise have gone. The curse and blessings are mixed. He can see and speak with people who had moved far away, yet cannot hug his grandbabies. It has become a strange world. Among his pastimes has become a search for himself. Not an inner, existential search, but a search for evidence of physical accomplishments. With the internet, he can search for his published work he would otherwise never have known about. It still puzzles him that writings of his have been posted from one site to another after their initial acceptance. He doesn’t mind – he is surprised. As a child, his mother refused him any identity of his own. Now, he finds he exists all over the world. Amazing!!!

A NAME IS…

“English was good enough for Jesus, it’s all I need, and you’d better stay away from that foreign stuff too!” Cecilia’s Father was vehement in his pronouncement.

“It rhymes with Hawaii,” Cecilia sighed and finished. She had just mentioned to her father the names of Bahá‘u’lláh and Bahá’í, that the first meant ‘the Glory of God’ and the second, ‘Follower of the Glory.’

“English names don’t have meanings,” he refuted.

“Armstrong, who had a strong arm? Boatright, who built boats? Smith, the village blacksmith? Most names have meanings, we just don’t know them.”

“Still, that’s foreign stuff.”

“Granpa was born in Germany. That’s foreign!”

“Well, that’s diff….”

“And Jesus wasn’t born in Kansas.”

At that, her father had to grin. He couldn’t argue there.

“Every religion is new some time. People living in the Roman Empire thought the name of Jesus was strange and new.”

“You win,” he grinned lovingly.

~~~

Herrmann aspires to be a hermit, but would miss his children, grandchildren and a few friends.  He is known to carry baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and converse with owls, but is careful not to anger them! A traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD, cyclothymia, now, PTSD. This is Duane’s second feature on The Short of It.

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