Sometimes sharing a spaghetti dinner with family is a fun thing. I get to be a reminiscing fool, telling lies, insisting on the truth of those lies as I watch my brother Chris smirk our father’s smirk, listen to my sister Claudia break out her, “no sah” [sir] Boston-style, he/… Read full post »

Last night I dreamed of Ramona. It was the kind of dream that palpitates the heart beyond hypertension-drive, ransacking the bladder void of all semblable semiarid sensations, creating a remembered mushy bottom-feeling from your early childhood. Why Ramona? It’s not like I’ve forgo/… Read full post »

My ex-wife number two called me out of habit to engage in contentious conversation. She likes to tweak my irk. That’s okay, ‘cause my irk is often lonely. I know this because many think I don’t know that I know this. It’s like the sunshine bringing down a snowman on a/… Read full post »

A grey sky is offering nothing but painted paisanos the ability to suffuse the brilliance that once was the day. The cards displayed reveal the takers getting the honey, givers singing the blues; people trapped by fear steering clear of the pain. Do you hear them? They are only coming through/… Read full post »

Oh yes, it's time for some cerebral fun. Let's make some poetic music. How you ask? Simple....

My open call: a music influenced poem.

This is a cool way to write poetry. Just shuffle the iTunes, the CD’s, or listen to any string of songs from… Read full post »

Politics often pollutes my family vibe. Left, right, center, doing the two-step in a poltroon’s polo coat, it doesn’t matter. My republican brother is so blind I can't see. I'm afraid that one day my temper will wilt all willy-nilly, but with determined direction. His death will be/… Read full post »

All’s Well In The Asylum

A sound of discontent resonates in the wind.

Harsh is the simoom’s simper.

Play not the veneration of voluble folly.

What is written for one is for the many.… Read full post »

Someday

Many answered the call.

Some came home.

Some remain entombed in history.

Still the call rings out.

Still the sadness enlists.

Someday hopefully comes soon.

©chuck a stetson 2009 

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What’s going on? Outside the weather is calm; inside the confines of here, all is a cyclogenesis. Is there a true reckoning begging recognition? Some seeking shelter from the storm learn that wanting to hoochie coo ain’t the same as shaking that thing; it’s a moth that wants/… Read full post »

I’ve been watching the House of Representatives debate health care before voting on H.R. 3962, lovingly referred to as The Pelosi Health Care Bill. I don’t know why I find this debate[s] fascinating, but hey, I like watching glue dry and turtles. Is this history that I’m watching? I… Read full post »

I’m trying to remain calm. I’m intensifying iTune therapy hoping to be swayed, shimmied and satisfied. But even in the vertical, the horizontal just doesn’t adjust. I know what’s wrong and right; what goes around comes around, ask Mary Brown — Charlie Brown? … Read full post »

Deconstructing Demons 

The bricks in the wall are dancing on loose mortar.

Crumbling dust is collected in breath.

Darkness chokes on the nothing.

Understanding shines a brilliant hue.

Bleeding light need not be attended to,… Read full post »

Are you feeling the good vibrations, you know, the excitation? Does the creative mood elevate your soul? I’ve been warned that there’s a black mountainside bogarting bogartsville. But I only sense it — I’m so sorry Uncle Albert, you know I haven't done a bloody thing al/… Read full post »

I learned that Halloween is more than a confectioner’s celebration. The night of the pumpkin smashers and costumed cravers soon disappears as all the loving in our souls are sucked up succubus style with incubus intent. How one of the religious righteous might conjure up such a paradox,/… Read full post »

  Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom….

 And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree....

When the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me....&nb… Read full post »

I’ve been reading much about why we bloggers do what we do. This reading has taken me on a journey, far away from the reality of my busy life, putting on hold my: talks with political leaders, multi-million dollar fiction career paid in nickels, awesomely awarded illustration care/… Read full post »

Sometimes one just has to ask....

Is sorry really the hardest word?

Instead of knocking on Heaven’s door, can you ring the doorbell?

Is a flat tire still round?

Who shot the deputy?

Is the whole truth nothing but… Read full post »

Good memories are precious things. Sometimes they come to us at the weirdest of times, but come they do, and when relived, a resettling of the consciousness is obtained. All last night and this morning, I’ve been grooving on such a memory.

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Sometimes life is a trickster, sometimes it's a truth-teller. If you listen to the music in your heart, allow brightness to enter into your darkness, perhaps lost can be found. I pray the brightenss intensifies for a long, long time....

It's getting… Read full post »

 Little Lost Boy

 Little lost boy did you ride

a warm October’s breeze?

Confusion, whispers, silence.

Some say they saw you fly

away with the angels.

Little lost boy no one knows

your journey traveled far.

Questions, torment, sorrow.… Read full post »

Sadness

Silence sings a sad refrain,

Its muted melody prattles at the river’s edge.

Pain persists in memories thought abandoned,

Sadness coaxes the phantom shadow

Deluding despair’s slow dance.

Life, death, matters not,

The heart is long cold.… Read full post »

I skipped the life fandango substituting cartwheels with serious sexy summersaults aimed at impressing sixteen vestal virgins plus one. They laughed ghostly giggle dribbles. I stood up, readjusted my boxer-briefs before briefly backtracking to where I was before the Buffalo wings buffet went a/… Read full post »

 It seems that I'm on the mend. The viral villain has vacated. But left in its wake was a multitude of hallucinations fueled by fever, hunger and really good drugs. I'll be back writing soon, so in the meantime, I give you some of my hallucinations in cartoons.… Read full post »

To all my friends, I haven’t been visiting OS land lately due to illness. When the cobwebs clear and the viral villain leaves me be, I’ll return to read, comment and enjoy. Being sick sucks!

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