Chuck A. Stetson
- Location
- Connecticut,
- Birthday
- October 13
- Bio
- writer, poet and humorist. i see things with my eyes closed; i experience those things with my eyes open.
MY RECENT POSTS
- There is a Place called Open
Salon
October 27, 2011 03:40PM - There comes a time In Tall
trees
October 26, 2011 04:25PM - Monday Monday Someday Sunday
Afternoon
October 17, 2011 02:41PM - October 13 and I wish ...
October 13, 2011 07:48AM - the Implosion begins
October 12, 2011 02:30PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “your photos are a great
vehicle for those to travel
who
haven't yet gone.”
February 02, 2012 11:23AM - “and I am sending prayers
your way.”
February 01, 2012 03:55PM - “rustic pics
use
fingers to gauge
horizon
well slap my
froth
gotta
go
film
cow
blues”
February 01, 2012 04:24AM - “i know this pain all too
well. such a haunting
piece.”
January 31, 2012 10:41AM - “3rd stanza reads
powerful”
January 31, 2012 10:39AM
Chuck A. Stetson's Links
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There is a Place called Open Salon
There comes a time In Tall trees
Outside
my window, the chestnut brown canary laughed as the ruby throated
sparrow cried. I asked why. The chestnut brown sparrow appeared
through autumn-faded maple leaves. "On the expressway to nothing is
far too crowded," he said.
I thought nothing of this canary's ability to speak.
"Let… Read full post »
Monday Monday Someday Sunday Afternoon
October 13 and I wish ...
the Implosion begins
Wait a Minute Chester put the Load right on Me
my Long Summer Night's dream: Art James for President
Is that a boat on the reef weighted down with stone? I can't tell with this spell on me. Must be a joke, and I know it very well. Take my word, I'm a madman don't you know. The haze I've been wandering in blinded me. At times I really… Read full post »
Stone Cold Fever after The Blues remembers When
Rhythm of Love
just Singing the James M. Emmerling Blues backwards
Even a Loser wins Sometimes
How long
Excuse me Blues quit hanging out beside me. Stop playing your sad groove on my heartstrings — your heaviness in a flat key. I'm not going to sing your morning song. I'm no longer in your choir. There's nothing for you in me.
Many… Read full post »
Oh Can't you See what that Woman been doing to Me
Remember to breathe
Sometimes trouble wants to be your friend. Look to the left, look to the right, stare straight ahead, oops, you didn't look behind your back. And so it goes.
Just might get some sleep tonight
Condo… Read full post »
hey Mr. Tambourine Man ... I ain't Sleepy
Beverly Hills ... Won't Be Long ... No Bright Lights
Something's gotta give
I'm working on a dream. Over a green hill a shepherd searches for a sheepskin cloaked messiah. Soft rain hurts as it falls; the Dali-purple-blue sky continuously drips contradiction. There are no bridges, no pathways — no Hershey Chocolate lampposts ill… Read full post »
Long Cool Woman had it all 'till She Lost it
This morning I stepped into a cold rain hoping to wash away some blues I found. My temperature was rising and I wiggled like a worm in the hungry robin's mouth. Inside my snakeskin boots I was not me.
History shows again and again
How… Read full post »
Beast Of Burden ...
Rollin' Down The River

Yesterday my backyard neighbor, the Hockanum River, hosted its annual thirteen-mile river race. For twenty years, I 've watched kayakers, canoeists and rafters glide past me as they maneuver their way towards the Connecticut River. This year with camera ready, I… Read full post »
Milled Dreams
As The Lights Go Down
Disillusion is on the marquee. Inside the theater of the absurd it's standing room only. On stage the colors are black and white; above, the lights are strobes of imperfection illuminating the actors with disregard. From the orchestra pit, silence plays a rueful melody understood by the raucous… Read full post »
Barnstorming Under Connecticut Sky
Open Salon Molasses for a Boy Named Sue
Slow ride … take it easy? Hell no, I'm all shook up.
You know we were once dancing down the street with our suede blue eyes — bopping to green onions. Now we have bad breath. We sing: Here she comes again. We cry… Read full post »




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