
The river chuckled
full of joyful cherubs, and the maples
bent close to hear
the whispers and gossip
of family and friends as tenders prepared the beer. Continue reading


I like connecting here, but true human connection is hard to replicate in the virtual world. It is like the act of writing where we are alone but choose to create a setting for others to join us vicariously in thought and emotion. I can enjoy fishing by reading about another’s experience of it, but I am not fishing. Fishing is an actual thing, more than anyone could ever put into words. We are learning how to trick the brain and create body responses virtually, and even though it approaches an echo of realism, it lacks the essential quality that life infuses into to flesh. Someday, maybe we will be able to walk into each other’s living space and interact via a plasma suit or body screen, but for now we travel via the soul of our words.
As a result, I will often disappear from WordPress, Facebook and other virtual connections for long stints. So until next time—
GONE FISHING
.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®


Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

Snow Birds
The hardwoods
have turned
magical
with their robes of gold,
red and orange.
The apples glow. Continue reading

Deception Continue reading
Eight-Eighty Corridor
In California
I lose you
amidst the traffic
and commerce Continue reading