Last night we spoke on the phone. She told me of an opportunity to pursue a lifelong dream. I listened entranced by her enthusiasm and her happiness. She said it would require her moving to Iowa. I thought of my… Read full post »

I got some questions about a question I question some are now questioning. I guess I'm just in a questioning kind of mood concerning answers that might provide insight into questionable answers provided in previous reply. Ha! Did you think I was going to end… Read full post »

 Cobalt Imperfection

Your music entrances

long after your song is sung

your melody lingers

like a lover reluctant to leave

for fear silence will orchestrate

a melancholy that deprives

the rain of soft wetness

the evening… Read full post »

Two-Skipping Sanity 

the psych-alarm sounds

and I run with the trained

Pavlovian pack in response

through the unlocked door

unaware of direction, until

the intercom voices unit designation;

sometimes… Read full post »

Cold Cream Clown

the clown rubs

cold cream over

her white face;

her red smile

but the workday

isn't over yet

yes, she’s finished

performing in

big floppy shoes

tying animal… Read full post »

Well its been building up inside of me for oh I don't know how long. Don't worry baby, everything will turn out all right. Will it? The Chicago ghettos are in flames looking for someone to blame. Ride a horse on the trail and ask… Read full post »

Don't Be Afraid To Cry

She told me to stop dragging her heart around,

but with the weight of the world weighing heavy on me

I couldn’t look her in the eye.

Everywhere rain was falling,

flooding the island of our survival.

Don’t be afraid to cry,… Read full post »

Regret's Spiccato 

Silence roars as understanding seeks 
wisdom within intelligent intention 
unaware of the thoughts 
that linger inside your head. 

Hopelessness holds court in the dead of night 
surrounding you in a blanketed bleakness 
prayer doesn’t sanct… Read full post »

Things are changing. And in these days when darkness falls early and people rush home to the ones they love, you better take a fool’s advice and take care of your own before a New York minute becomes a thirty second sound byte. A peaceful easy… Read full post »

Okay, enough with the craziness of the virtual reality we find ourselves a part of. We as people need to feel a connection to the outside, whether it be: sunshine, blue skies, rolling rivers, mountains that we climb, beaches that amaze us, and storms that… Read full post »

The letter from the Department of Social Services was unopened on the coffee table. Two of Mom’s friends, Toni and Rosa, sat on the couch staring at the white envelope. Mom’s closest friend Georgie stood in the hallway staring in the mirror, her eyes shielded by sunglasses large en/… Read full post »

We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in Romper Room. Teacher… tell Cary Grant to leave Judy, Judy, alone. Ho hey ho. What? When? Where? Why down in the jungle living in a tent. You don’t use money.… Read full post »

Yesterday was a strange day. I tried doing some business via email. No go. My head and stomach were revolting. I called Chicago: no answer. I tried eating lunch—bad idea.

Chicago calls back.  We talk. More business. I’m excited, but fading fast. I/… Read full post »

My thoughts are scattered as I sit in the darkness wondering about you. I try to recapture the moment you came to be; I acknowledge frustration with fragmented memories kicking at my consciousness. Why is it so hard to… Read full post »

Something is going on. Monet’s painting in a frame while Renoir directs the scene.  Muy importante? Ask Pablo Neruda, but expect Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto to speak up drunk as drunk on turpentine. But something is going on. Where? Here. Huh? Specifics are in aeternum&hel/… Read full post »

Wisdom’s court had been hearing the case of Reality vs. Possibility. Reality brought suit against Possibility arguing that the very definition of Possibility uses possibility in its explanation: how can something that is possible be possible? Reality’s suit questioned the logic of… Read full post »

Giving Thanks

A moment’s reflection

casts images long forgotten

family, friends, people unknown.

My soul craves nourishment though

indulgence need not be for the self.

Abundance is found in hunger.

My Thanksgiving’s resplendent resolve

is found from within us.… Read full post »

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 »

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 »

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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