I said this over at my neglected Facebook doohickey and I say it here again: Just be happy I don't hit y'all up when Public Radio fund drive time comes around twice a year! The only way this show and these people could be more meaningful to me is if I… Read full post »

As part of the previously rhapsodied big change in my life I'm not thinking too much about, here's another recap of things I am mulling over. I didn't include this in the Open Call thingy because it's not 100% about the topic and I'm bitter that way. :D

 

• What is this cyclical
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I beg your kind indulgence for a brief (ha!) remark about my perspective on where I fit in relation to our beloved pop culture: Born four days after President Kennedy's assassination, I have never felt a part of the Baby Boom generation as many chroniclers claim encompassed those born anywhere in… Read full post »

I wanted to post something about a new web series that will begin showing this summer, I believe. The show is called, "Divine: The Series" and there's already been some rumblings on the web and on ubiqui-Twitter, @DivineTheSeries.  I don't want to say too much about who's in it because… Read full post »

Open Palms

my hands clasp
searching for Prayer
the spirit leaps and trips
Solace turns its back

god and me wrestled
Either of us real?
coincidence lit a miracle
someone rigged it

i held my heart in my
open palms, unbound
and none offered came to eat it

Where… Read full post »

Plight

So to hear you
back to try, try
her again, ply her
love to hear you try

and I do love to hear you
again, try to love her again
back, does she love you again?
try to love you, I try so
love her back again, try

 

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 In The Beginning Was The Word

 

The dark motel room was cramped with two twin beds, a few plain pieces of wooden furniture, a flashing phone/clock/radio, an old cathode ray tube television and a tiny bathroom. Its avocado green walls and burnt orange carpet suggested it hadn't been improv… Read full post »

Dear ghost of mine
reminding of promises, coveting amnesia despite
The face of three smiles
The voice succulent as a pear
The blossoming sky forget-me-knot eyes
Only these leave with me
the ethers randomly descend, forgetting again where my heading ends

A few days ago I was reading a couple of forum threads dedicated to the craziest online personal ads and suchlike. I've only ever really pinky toe dabbled in that particular dating pool but have read fallout laments over the years that only encouraged my continued absence.

I finally decided to g… Read full post »

Gang aft agley

Go oft askew. Plans, this they will do. No, I'm obviously not a poet like dear old Robbie Burns but a few things have gone askew of recent, though not necessarily all in a bad way. There are still changes afoot, small changes much less certain of guaranteeing… Read full post »

Well, how tedious. Yet another abandoned list of vitriol and wit lying prone and plastered on the information highway.

 WAIT! It's been so long I didn't recognize my own blog. *snort* Yeah, I've been thinking about it off and on but thankfully that didn't interfere with my fruitful ignoring of i… Read full post »

As I have only one Twitter follower I decided retweeting was not going to be terribly helpful so here I am writing a small blurb on Misha Collins' upcoming fundraising run. On September 5th he'll be running as far as he can and is looking for mileage pledges, donations and out and… Read full post »

Sunday morning brings the dawn in and if I write more of that song here I'll probably be in Big Trouble, which isn't an unknown condition to me I'm conflicted to say. A lovely thing that would make this morning better would be some Irish Cream for my coffee! I will be… Read full post »

For the fading scent of cologne,
Minding me of times dead,
And the almost dead waiting

For the right time to remember
And the dead becoming
Like the faint aroma,
Like the cologne of boiled raisins

For the remembered
Minding the life still left
That spice and scents
Bring… Read full post »

I have been thinking again on Buddhism, Zen flavor. My brother found his way to Zen in the mid-1980s and much of what I think of it was found out through him, although I trace interest within myself to a book I read in 1973 about The Buddha, a children's story… Read full post »

Some days the things going through my brain need to be written somewhere or they'll blow a hole in my skull:

 - I just read that John Cusack was playing his favorite Fishbone song during the boombox scene in Say Anything, not that generic Phil Collins sapfest. Thank you for b… Read full post »

I wrote this piece for another online entity and thought I'd share here.

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I watched HUGE feeling I should rather than really wanting to and was left mostly underwhelmed yet with a few sparks of hope. Before I go on I just want to link a post from Huffpost by… Read full post »

He's the top
and the middle
and that bit at the bottom
Too
He's two men
Three men
Four men
Five
In one, and none
He's none for me
Is there one for me?

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So, I'm in the hotel and going back on the move tomorrow. I can/can't believe it's been almost three months since I last wrote here. I've been writing, just not posting. I will post a couple things I wrote while waiting to board the ferry at home. They may not be…

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Every now and again I wish the gods were real so I could tell them to go straight to their own vision of Hell:  fuck them and the fucking lightning bolts they rode in on. What kind of an existence is this if not one purely of chance and pain? People… Read full post »

A couple of weeks ago I had one of those rare compulsions to write something down. Unfortunately it was interrupted so the last bits aren't really what I think I was supposed to write. But, at least something's happen in this emptiness I call a mind, right?

The taste of pear, juicy yet… Read full post »