Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Were you ever asked to read your work better yet, did you ever ask to read your work and your tongue snarled between the two os you left in plop, or top Editing aloud before an audience is somewhat like snoring in public while awake or trying to sit on a moving escalator some things only work in your dreams Oh how I have dreamt of standing on water, mind you not walking, I am not competitive, just standing while the waves roll under your feet and your soar and drop I regress it is not my secret... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007


It was cold, it was raining it was a March Wednesday There she lay withering in pain trying not to cry out but it hurt nobody knew the due date weight gain was a scant twelve pounds total Her loving husband of twelve years awoke and jumped to the floor like he had just seen a bob cat He questioned his little wife who had no answers except how it hurt, how it really hurt He ran to the company room a fine room, best in the house They kept it dusted and clean for special company. It had a large... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 3, 2007


What to call it? Oh no it is not racism. It is pure hate right out front on Blogit. This is not what it was or could be. Christian, that is who I am It is my identity now Just as you may be a Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim or an Atheists, that is you You call me ugly names when you call believers nuts or stupid the other vile words that jump off your posts I would not think of calling you such names because you are simply an Atheist Lots of people went to bat for a man who was not a believer, but a... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 22, 2007


Here I sit early in the morning. Odd, I think. Words alike, but different, or not? Morning. Mourning. Each night my head snuggles into it’s pillow rest. Centuries of unresolved issues put to unconscious test. My head, a single station of cosmic mainframe. A new morn. heavy from a full night of attempted sorting. I Mourn. I mourn the lack of validation my input receives. Common thoughts, reasonable requests, simple questions Things I need to know. Morning, a monitor of life replies Improper... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Your America, My America and My Parent's America all Different?

You don’t know my America. If you are under 60 years of age you have no idea what my America is, was, or why it will be so different. Only small sections of the very big cities had drugging jazz clubs, opium dens and mafia. Ink on the laws of prohibition had not dried. Only a handful of people rich or poor drank My America was much more like my mother’s than that America of my daughter. The America of today came from a precise progression. WII, Rosie the Riveter, A booming housing and auto... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007


And then there’s that road again. I looked back and saw so clearly what I could not see walking forward on the road I looked at it and I looked at it, then It appeared to be right as rain as it turned out it was a bad, bad storm I stepped over boulders fell on pebbles Early on walking along doing fine saw an exit named love hit that ramp at full speed never looking right or left fifteen wasted years later; walked again I walked on into old age my vision has blurred cataracts and clouds invade my... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 16, 2007


How can I tell you about the color pink Do our eyes see or our minds comprehend I am writing about my perception of pink Is it pearly pink, or peachy pink, baby pink or that terrible old woman cheappy pink Oh she is so beautiful, perfect she is that She is twenty one inches long, seven pounds The bluest eyes anyone has ever seen Her mouth is a dewy rose bud with a promise of full flowering sunny smiles How I wish I could tell her life is worth it all No matter what some say you are special You... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


Cooking by recipe? An absurd idea! Give me a can opener. Pop a nuke-it box. I am in love with food. Can I reduce my beloved to rote? Aah, an eggplant dressed in midnight purple, Could dance at dinner with a dash of golden curry. Sea Bass, now there’s a story, Chef Foodsatzi says lemon and garlic. I salivate at the difference if Its lime and a touch of dill. If its been measured, tested and tasted It can be canned, frozen, dried and duplicated. On the other hand if you pretaste with the senses... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007


Numbers! There are so many of them. They mean this then they don’t Numbers are numbing. Trim my thoughts until they fit a preconceived space? Fit imagery into a space of?by X?by! To an artist that could only = bananas. Points to me are noses, mountains or something. i.e. an average family has two point three children. Poor point three; no race, no gender only part family! Me, I just create things. Useful or aesthetic things They equal a glob of this plus a slathering of that. My things aren’t so... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 2, 2007


Oh how regal is the mahogany and crimson velvet sanctuary. Straight backs, tight coifs, camel hair and silk give it an air of sanctimony. In the loft the choir is robed to the nines, Sopranos are trilling, baritones spiraling and the bases seeking an arc. Here comes the man clad in a matt black robe and spit shine shoes. He approaches the podium, his eyes search the crowd for faces he needs to see Deep in my heart I wonder, is the Lord in the house? Far away, out of sight and sound are those... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 25, 2007


Today I saw the hand of God working. There she sat on the sofa with a broken heart, a soft spirit and tears in her eyes she had a few mountains to move. The priest of this house laid hands on her and prayed for deliverance of old hurts, pains and brokenness that lay on her shoulders. She sobbed and let go and let God take them. There was a bounce in her step a lightness in her voice and a lilt in the way she tilted her head as she walked away toward home to begin anew. As she entered and I saw a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


I did, yes I did live there for a really long time. You don’t think for one minute I let them know. They could not see it anyway, peculiar thing. When I closed it they could not see me. I could quickly pull up those silver sides. Pop together the top and pull up the ribbon. I tie the gorgeous pink wired bow ah-ha. They haven’t a clue I am safe and sound. One day I looked around me and saw no art on the walls, no music flowing, no windows, no birds singing, no soft billowy linen sheets blowing in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 19, 2007


Oh sure you want the dimmers turned low on your glorious dinner party, and the spotlight turned up on the entertainer Hey, you did pay the light bill didn’t you Jesus is the Light Darkness is unholy There is a hole in the ground, dark, dank and dusty. A miner's family needs money for the light bill; his lungs are dark and dank More than one man a day dies to pay the light bills unholy holes all over the world full of black shiny coal dark black dust to breathe and the possibility that the walls,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007


They were simply going home And the children on the bus Where were they going What happened and how Neighbors of the bridge Not of the people came to help One pulled a very pregnant Woman from the water-Oh my Cars in the raging river Bridge in the water Bridge on a bridge Wreckage everywhere What happens in that Millisecond between life And instant death, do you know Kiss your love ones every time you go I feel your pain if you don’t know If they were there, or if they are there I know a heart... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 28, 2007


You want it so much You hate it with a passion You pay out the roof to get it You pay to look like you didn’t get it. I have it I love and hate it I look like I have it I spend a lot to keep it I earned my look It has its rewards It brought children along the way It added grandchildren in its day It has mellowed sweet love God alone allows it God put joy behind the wrinkles God hones our patience with those who scoff God has given me LONG LIFE - old age! Sign in to see full entry.

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