- MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
- January 31
WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle.
HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better.
"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, Stephen King
MY RECENT POSTS
April 16, 2014 01:56PM
- OPEN CALL: uh oh
April 14, 2014 08:56AM
- new standards?
April 10, 2014 05:50PM
- every so often
March 21, 2014 01:28PM
- I am having the best time...
March 18, 2014 05:15PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I apologize for very
brief responses. I'm typing on
- “Island from your snow
shoes to god's ear. Because
buying any more snow
- “Kim..Thank you. I made
it up - colden. Or more
- “you should have named
OY VEY IZ MIR!
the weather is killing
- “hahhahah GARY.
Foolish Monkey's Links
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colden landscape colden me
shivered timbers stiffened wee
brisk sky harshest frozenwhite
bird be silenced
day be night
fingers shushed imprisoned still
frost kissed flowers never will
never come may never go
persephone beneath the snow
misery… Read full post »
I tried to access a second account I had here. Last week it was there - online. Today it isn't.
Now it's entirely possible what I accessed wasn't actually online because I've always copied entire pages directly from the web so to have the comments and the… Read full post »
I'm slow but today I had a eureka moment!
it felt the same as it did when I heard "paul is dead" - I got goosebumps and sweaty palms as I considered the outrageous wisdom of it - so swept away was I with the ferver except I don't think I… Read full post »
..........I think about god. he pops into my head and I find myself pondering my big god questions: is there a god? is all this his doing? what does he look like? where is he? what is he up to when I'm not thinking about him?
if god is a she,… Read full post »
I don't know why but it feels to me as if I'm running around this joint, turning lights off and on. it's a lot of fun.
Dear Ed I Torz...
me? .....I love me some OS.
But like the rest of the world I gotta make cash and sometimes I don't get over here for months and golly and beggora, wouldn't you know it? it's the same fucking "cover" starring kale and depeche mode.… Read full post »
your back to the wind so cold
so black it is as if
it is done
but turn and listen!
springing now from the depths
of thickest wet ice splattered mud
slowly building it’s caterwaul
the thrall of clumsy tumblings… Read full post »
I am grateful.
My life has been a ragged bag of privilege from the lowest to the farthest ends. And there have been crisp snatches of sweet amongst the bitter. Not many have witnessed the sights I have and lived. Mine has been a life of contrasts.
Born savage,… Read full post »
.....and some escaped, running away to delicate, quieter places, some were transported to an alternate reality, that neat compound of white washed walls separating the cubicles and cells.
some like myself climbed the walls but hid just outside, listening to the screams and howls and laug… Read full post »
I yam whats I yam which is a crazy old BeYotch.
Sometimes, actually most of the time the most ridiculous shit spills forth from my yammering mouth like pounds of steaming spaghetti quickly poured right outta the pot into an ittybitty bowl on a cluttered countertop - snaking… Read full post »
wild thing to come
can you hear those crinolines
white lace beneath
a starched blue dress
under blue skies smiling
right over there
do you see?
it's maxie the taxi
his engines reved
boy's geared up
to make his move
merely a boy?… Read full post »
looks like either they shutting down the hizzy
or we been mightily hacked.
I hope I'm not going to be the next one to melt. shit. I gotta back up some stuff now. DAMN. DAMN. Read full post »
I don't know if he exists or if he's the single most perfect panacea since booze but far far better, being God is supernatural plus there's the promise of God* and all he can do. Because liquor, even the best of it has real limitations and when… Read full post »
He was here with her. She knew it when she felt her skin get all prickly. Then came the soft and soothing voice she knew so well; it was surely the Lord Jesus who was whispering in her ear as she stirred the roux, “Marla Mae come unto me”.
“Oh Lord!”,… Read full post »
It was a day when the summer air was heavy with the sticky smell of honeysuckle and whereever you were, up or down, was an itch to be felt. For reasons only the Lord would know, that day He looked upon one of His fresh made blossoms and whispered in her… Read full post »
in France they plunk a little man on top! oo la la!
the big bunga bunga
just a boy with a dream and his leggos
corn gods, phalluses, virgin sacrifice.... it's not complicated
little me… Read full post »
if I were to see you
what would I say?
would I say come close
would I kiss
your sweet lips
and hold you tenderly in my hand
or would I merely say
with greatest emphasis… Read full post »
really cool ...but no Mom, it's not your urn
I thought you'd like to know I nearly brought out your ashes for Mothers Day. Then I decided against it.
Instead of you with your pretty pink face, round as the moon, I'd have to look at an ornate and boring… Read full post »
before the night a woman stands
her spine so rigid it might snap
awaits that quiet roaring dusk
a crux inevitable as the dawn
pebbles beneath her feet will shatter
glistening ribbons raven hair
sway then strain in vicious wind
she the living fire&n… Read full post »
Mother’s day is next week and my daughter in law is making a big fuss this year. I think she has gotten it into her head that I’m getting close to kicking the bucket, so it’s time to celebrate old mom, which is just fine. It’s long overdue if you ask… Read full post »
what is not known
never mattered in the slightest
life has it’s ways and there are times the universe cracks
and what eyes are willing to behold is in the clear rush of waters, endless time flowing through each and every we of mountain and sky, the dead… Read full post »