Song of the Rain Crow

"The whippoorwill is silent, for the rain crow foretold truth. Rain taps a lullaby on an old metal roof, bringing us easy dreams. The scent of earth ready to receive seeds warms my soul. To sleep and dream of new beginnings! When the sun rises, it will be time to move on. There is no going back." ~ RLMT (c) 2021

Friday, June 27, 2025

There's always a nagging truth. Hard truth. Echoes? No.

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I should never let myself read the news. I won't settle for less than real, so often the news is, well, bad. For months now, all honest ...
Sunday, June 8, 2025

Symbology, totems, and... snorting out coffee‽

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Bored, I randomly paddled through long unused internet paths. I found this: https://www.spirit-animals.com/cuckoo-symbolism/ I'll be out...
Friday, May 16, 2025

Do you have a SubStack? Mine is very different.

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Visit my Substack here: https://substack.com/@rlmtipton/note/p-163446098?r=4xx5a It's new and different. Feedback is appreciated.  Thank...
Thursday, May 8, 2025

Intellectual property: a mind child, not a child's mind at all.

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My great grandmother was correct. I've lived to see times that would have brought her life-hardened soul once again to tears...
Thursday, April 17, 2025

It's a journey. Same story. Resolution is required.

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Sitting down to write a story has a target point, each and every time. "The End". We're all working toward the sam...
Sunday, March 23, 2025

I'm still here. Still exhausted.

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 My social media presence is still nil. I apologize. None of this is of my making.  R.
Sunday, March 16, 2025

"To sleep, perchance to dream..."

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  The image I've posted here is the place I will always think of as "home." It's a man-made lake in a highland cove in the...
Sunday, September 29, 2024

A literary character study.

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I don't post much on Facebook, X, or other social media platforms these days. The whole submerging in a cesspool thing got o...

Creation [of] stories.

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S tories pervade our lives; we are as much creatures of story as we are creatures with a wonderful adaptive thumbs and large, ama...
Monday, August 26, 2024

Just one opinion.

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I found this article today: https://katemckean.substack.com/p/behind-the-publishing-curtain I disagree.  I'm going to call it "inap...
Saturday, March 30, 2024

Well, well, well... times change. The sun is shining through the clouds.

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A little breathing space. I hoped for it for years. Decades. But all we got was darkness and the ugliness of perfectly legal greed.  Yes, we...
Saturday, December 30, 2023

Reflections on being contrary.

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I'm sixty years old. I'm not rich or famous or even what most consider to be educated. What I am is, simply said, a nobody. I dabble...
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Sunday, July 16, 2023

Updates? What updates? Nothing changes.

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After I was discovered quietly running general maintenance and check on a mostly-defunct (and unhappy-making, thanks to those pr...
Friday, August 26, 2022

It's been a rough summer for many people.

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Hello there, dear reader. I apologize for abandoning my books and blogs, social media and email contact having shrunk to the bare minimum.  ...
Friday, July 9, 2021

Culture and observations: Meeting Becky.

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Life has been difficult for us for most of the last decade. We're starting to see a glimmer of daylight, and yet old habits die hard. We...
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Thursday, June 17, 2021

Another very short-short, from a writer's prompt.

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Another writer's prompt. 😳 (Image from unknown source. Accreditation welcome!) ... Every day at the lighthouse fell into a ...
Saturday, June 5, 2021

From a writing prompt... a very short-short Sea Tale.

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I did a writing prompt yesterday, liking the results more than I'd thought I would . I'll paste the results below, along...
Friday, May 28, 2021

Seven Sisters springtime.

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Yesterday, a steamy "summer" day, albeit scented with the heavy, seductive odor of honeysuckle. Today, the miasma of spring is aga...
Wednesday, May 19, 2021

There must always be time.

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The scent of honeysuckle and wild roses, of the green and growing seeds summer will one day call its own, the flicker of songbir...
Wednesday, April 28, 2021

April's [Independent] Showers

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Into every life a little rain must fall. In that microcosm of fluidity, it's difficult to see the naturally occurring rainbo...
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