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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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MARCH 27, 2010 7:11PM

Chess. Saturday Mar 27, 2010

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Today my little boy was here a while.
We started off our time by playing chess.
He has an immature, aggressive style
That comes from winning frequently, I guess.
I let him.  Chess is difficult to teach:
Why learn how all the pieces move around
If that's the only goal he'll ever reach?
He'd never hear the small, exquisite sound
Of someone - him - announcing simply, "check."
So I keep track of every pawn and knight,
And now and then I give one up on spec,
Assured that I can keep the balance right,
By holding many little traps unseen.
And then he turns and takes my fucking queen.

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I tend to let my boys win - but not too easily... am I wrong? R
"And now and then I give one up on spec"
That's called GREAT parenting. And I love your last line turn!!
Yay!!! Good for him. There's nothing better than beating someone who thinks they're way better than you and actually IS better and doing it honestly. I have done thiss a few times with braniac friends of mine. They were so focused on looking out for me and giving me advice that I didn't want that they forgot about their own game.

Hurray for your little chess player. And how sweet of you to be playing with him. I love the game but I'm not very good at it.

Oh -- nice poem, too!
That little sneak! :)
All so charming - parent, child, and poem!