1 26 2015 edgar ent snow

January 26, 2015:

Hey Bob:

The Jackson Street Ents are at it again, so be very careful when you visit.  And ignore everything you read in Tolkien. These Ents are FAST.  And they’re really obnoxious too.  Remember that crumbly bit of sidewalk in front of the Shruberhoffer house?  Well.  I slipped on the ice there and grabbed what I THOUGHT was a tree, except it was an Ent.  And suddenly there was this horrendous hissing sound – everywhere!  It scared the bajeebers out of me so I started to high-tail it back to the house.  Then, next thing I knew, I was flat on my face in the snow.  And I heard giggling.  Honest! 

I swear, that damned Ent did it and he thought it was a riot!  So just watch your step, okay?




January 27, 2015:


You’re telling me to watch out because the trees are pissed off and they keep tripping you?

Lay off the Jack Daniels, milady. 




January 28, 2015:

Hey Jack!

I waited all day for you.  Where the hell have you been?

Annoyed – but still yours,



January 29, 2015:

Dearest Paloma,

You warned me about the Jackson Street Ents – but I didn’t listen.  I thought all that haiku business finally pushed you off the deep end.  You know, trying to encapsulate BOTH “nature moments” and “life truths” in 5/7/5 – with a season word thrown in for good measure.  And I thought all the camera walk-abouts finally befuddled your brain with imaginary friends and little nature-personality … thingies … or whatever.  Well, you were right, and I’m sorry.    

I met up with Edgar – your Ent friend (who calls himself the Old Man of the Mountain, by the way).  He’s stuck in your one-horse town and he’s pretty pissed off. 

I was rounding the bend on Jackson Street when the next thing I knew, I was flat on the sidewalk, being pummeled with twigs and old, dead cicadas.  (You don’t want to know how he got them, but he’s been saving them since August.) 

Can you come get me?  I’m at the St. James Infirmary   I’m sick of this place and want to hi-dee-hi out of here. 

You were right. 





Tale Weaver’s Prompt:
Mythical Creatures



1 26 2015 snow tree edgar ent with snow streak


18 thoughts on “The Jackson Street Ents (Prose)

        • Makes life fun!

          I started to think about *why* I started blogging in the first place. It’s supposed to be enjoyable — maybe not *every* piece has to be a “mini-masterpiece” – maybe it’s okay to shoot from the hip from time to time, you know? That might have been where some of the block was coming from.


        • Yep, keeping too strict a control does end up increasing the pressure each time. Plus, allowing random less than serious ‘experiments’ free reign can sometimes open up avenues that lead to bigger things…

          I’m sure one of Kerouac’s tips makes a vaguely similar point 😉

          Anyway, goodnight, Jen!


    • Thanks! I was toying with a new cell phone app this winter and it made this photo – and it looked like a children’s book illustration. Have been looking for the right prompt to use it for ever since 🙂

      Glad you liked it 🙂


  1. I don’t just like — I love this story!
    I never trusted certain trees — shifty branches and all that.
    I suggest you move to a more treeless block. Or hire a tree-trimming company. It’s time for pay back, Edgar!


    • Thanks Phylor 🙂

      Actually, I love this tree and will have to apologize to him – LOL! He has been the subject of many a haiku and haibun, poor old thing – with that perpetually-cranky look 😉

      So glad you liked it 🙂


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