John Robinson
JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Dream Machine
Best I can figure, I’ve been using the same alarm clock since about 1982. The same one, just about every night since then. Huh.It’s one of those common old...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: Walking With Friends – Through Chemo and Beyond
It’s 6:00 AM, pitch dark and cold. I’m in front of my house stretching my...
Walking With Friends – Through Chemo and Beyond
It’s 6:00 AM, pitch dark and cold. I’m in front of my house stretching my...
Playing on The Railroad Tracks
My Aunt Flip and Uncle Walter lived in a small white frame house right smack...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Many Joys of Backyard Picnicking
In the warmer months we ate dinner on the picnic table in our backyard almost...
The Toilet Sloop’s Farewell Voyage
by John Robinson
It was made of maroon-colored, stiff plastic. The hull was about four inches long, and another piece of the same stuff...
Contemplation on the Slave Coast
by John Robinson
A stir of hot air at the sole opening to the outside, high on the black wall, brings me back to...
Beautiful Scenery, Love and Laughter In the Valley of the Rio Cauca
by John Robinson
Ruben coaxes the veteran 4WD Mitsubishi van over the dirt and rock which has inundated this section of roadway; the vehicle...
The Family Seamstress
by John Robinson
I grew up in Roanoke in the 1960’s, in what was normal at the time; that is with a dad who worked...
Richmond Marathon A Real Kick
by John Robinson
I’m padding up a fairly long, straight, and in this case rather bleak section of North Boulevard, at mile 19, when...
Small Cities, Big Ideas
by John Robinson
Despite the efforts of many, I have never been one to appreciate poetry like I probably should, but Nikki Giovanni’s got...