Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
January 31
*************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King *************************** WARNING: I like to noodle. can't resist. and once is never enough either. ***************************


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 for little sandy


it is a roiling helix of sky and clouds

dead center simmering quiet 

the ancient acid moon 

 surrounded by torn veils in

yellow light sinuously swirling twirl

tonight it is a mad ballroom

and the world is dancing



we've… Read full post »

OCTOBER 27, 2012 5:03PM

et tu, google chrome?

we get no respect. none. 
(in case you can't make it out, the image is a snapshot of an error page, which is how my google chrome has defined what I see when I use OS.)  Read full post »
Editor’s Pick
OCTOBER 24, 2012 2:38PM

I answer for the confused pundits: Who is Mitt Romney?


I don't mind telling you, the public political discourse at this time is driving me nuts!  

blah blah blah!  Who is Mitt today?  What is his new position on...?  Isn't this a change of positions?  Again?  If it is, then what are his core beliefs?  Didn'/Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 28, 2012 2:15PM

Ruminations on not being a bird person


two turtle doves in a plum tree

(Merry Christmas!)

Time to update the continuing saga - hopefully - of The All New Poochie Twins: nestmates and mourning dove fledglings who turned up on our property and took over my attention for a little while.  

I can report they matuRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 19, 2012 12:55PM

What's a mother to do?

So the man and I, tethered as we are while he is on imposed hiatus or mandatory vision quest, either of which brings us to the meanwhile where we endeavor to “catchup” on endless yard work we have never once caught up on (and know in our hearts never will.  ever.)

IRead full post »

AUGUST 8, 2012 10:47AM

we are this/love poem to a horse

I will tell you I have dreamed

of a calling, passion

in whisper

that tinkles so soft

it is nearly


listen carefully

you will hear love

in the slap of running feet and

we are water rushing to joy


I… Read full post »

JULY 23, 2012 10:55AM

thinking about this living and dying

you say you want to die

how can this possibly be?

have you looked in every corner

under every rock 

for the dazzling colors defined

in blinding light?

or is it only shadows that are visible? 


I consider who you are

I know there are secrets

that… Read full post »

I am so very fond of you

you needn’t wonder why

your words deliberate

worm my brain

they squirrel through my eye

how could I resist

such clever gist?

mere cabaret does pale

throughout my days

I think about

your… Read full post »

JUNE 30, 2012 12:43PM

the hills are alive!

the sound of music

if you must visualize the poet imagine a lovely woman

(clearing throat)

 a stunning creature very much like

*drumroll please* 

Julie Andrews!

she is belting out the hills are alive! 

O sweet soprano

with arms wide

embracing her madly spinning world


fac… Read full post »

JUNE 29, 2012 10:10AM

for all the beautiful horses

evening grazing 2

oh my beautys

may our lush bodies never fail

for we fly to the heavens of earth

wind pressing breast

cooling blood that fiercely pounds

through hoof and heart

spurring us on

faster! faster! 


and you know I cannot bear to… Read full post »

JUNE 14, 2012 10:56AM

I have flown


the blackest nights

and lived a thousand years

while the heaviness of heaven

weighs upon

weighs upon


raw within

screaming in fear

I am the bird falling

from all hells above

that endless where

wings have no loft

air so cold

it forbids



look to the godsRead full post »

JUNE 12, 2012 11:49AM

Sitting ducks, American style

Here in LaVida Locaville, life is pretty much what you'd expect from any working class town during a depression, businesses coming and going, housing values at best flatlined, at worst in a slow, steady decline.   We are in a holding on for dear life pattern.  
JUNE 2, 2012 6:57AM

whassup in locaville


according to the news, the world is coming to an end again. 

I am constipated.  

recently I fell in love with a male from the house of Morgan 

I offer him carrots.  he snorts then butts me with his head.  

nothing changes.



not him but closeRead full post »


This is a continuation of a discusson inspired by a terrific piece by Jeanette Demain entitled:  Breasturants, Hypocrisy and Sexual Kitsch
In response I wrote (retitled as): OPEN CALL: gettin' back to tits and ass American Style 

PhyllisRead full post »

This is an expansion of my comment in response to a great piece by Jeanette Demain, that started it all titled:  Breasturants, Hypocrisy and Sexual Kitsch.  Phyllis suggested this as an OPEN CALL: so I'm comin' at you.  OPEN CALL: from toddlers to women, getin' back to that good oRead full post »

pain smh_com_au WQ

 my brain hurts today. 


"we are not able to put this right, all this wacky shit!  and after trying to piece it into something cohesive and then finding out we needn't have bothered, we're collectively, proactively pissed!"

  "SO! being we're stuck here in your fuck… Read full post »




Behold!  the most delicous sugar free cookies in the world! 


Now  that I’m regularly whipping up ricotta cheese in my little kitchen - which btw, is the easiest thing in the world to do, I am compelled by frugal duty to followup with recipRead full post »

snuck up on me she did

I wuz mindin my own bizness ya know

when all of a hot damn lickity

comes this fancyshmancy


I didn’t ask for it, see?

I didn’t sit around like I do now

tryin to stoke… Read full post »


Some here have commented they enjoy reading the process of creating a poem, so I thought I'd show the work of this one in particular in my blog, since I'm working on it anyway.  

Doing this allows me to keep track of all my changes (most of themRead full post »



there was once a shaggy child who dreamed

of pink and white pinafores

and sweetly starched crinolines

such a scruffy thing with holes in her shoes

and square peasant hands

far too angry, crying too easily



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APRIL 9, 2012 3:17PM

Art is (for Zanelle)



some say that art

is a fart

of the heart

for the smart by the crazy

also the lazy


some bouyant, some sinky

some crayon, some inky

can be warm as a minky

making patrons all thinky

 … Read full post »

APRIL 2, 2012 11:40AM


There was once a shaggy child who dreamed

 Of pink and white pinafores and

 Sweetly starched crinolines of another time

She cried too easily

Who made this annoying child?

Who could be a friend to her?

Such a scruffy thing with holes in… Read full post »

MARCH 31, 2012 2:41PM

America is my father's eyes

America is my child father

And his young mother

Setting off to float away at last

To another world

Their hearts playing a song so soothing

They would hold hands and sway together

To the wake of the ocean

Lulled to close eyes

To dream… Read full post »

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be… Read full post »
MARCH 23, 2012 11:17AM

one of a million million innocents


 monkey nonsense



Who are these bastards?

Riding the wake

Four horsemen at dusk

Our children in their sights



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