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Chuck A. Stetson's Links
- My Web Links
- Salon.com
- The Monster Memoirs
- It's No Longer Your Birthday
- The Monster's True Essence
- The Monster's Interrogation
- The Monster's Ransom
- Snowstorms and Monsters
- A Shard of Memory
My mother wants me to write her Obituary
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 »
She was no Angel of Harlem
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 dislikes Yoko Ono
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 »
Who put the bullshit in my bologny sandwich?
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 »
Open Call: iTune (or any source of music) Poetry
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 »
Exorcism's Pickle
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 »
A Lunatic's Lament
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 »
Remembering on this Veteran's Day
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

Doctor My Eyes...
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 »
My colloquy to Representative John A. Boehner (R - OH)
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 »
Enough Even Flow.... My Jam Ain't Pearl
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

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 »
Is Open Salon Losing Its Mojo?
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 »
All Hallows Eve with Pat Robertson
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 »
Oh... Let it Be
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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 »
Some Unofficial Open Salon Stetson Selections
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 »
Questions 67 & 68 Plus or Minus...
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 »
Thoreau, Blind Owl and The Bear
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.
…1968, I’m… Read full post »
It's Getting So Much Better
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 »
My Son...
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
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 »
Euripides, Linda McMahon & Chris Dodd Skip the Life Fandango
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 »
My Viral Nightmare Gets Cartoonish
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 »
A Viral Villain is Kicking My Butt
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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