Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
What's In A Name?
What’s in a name you ask? Plenty! I have four reasons to be
thankful. My parents were so proud when I came along that they gave me two
middle names. Both sides of the family
were represented and equally proud, for I was the eldest grandchild on Dad’s side
of the family and on Mom’s side, well, let’s just say we were the ones that
moved away and settled in America.
America oozed golden opportunity. America was where all our dreams would come
true, where my parents could escape war torn Germany and start over with a
clean slate. Or so they thought. It was the late 50’s but America still doled
out its judgment to the immigrants and we did not escape unscathed. I can still remember having to report my
address every January to the immigration department. Today I no longer have to
do this, I’m a citizen, but back then I was an alien with a green card and a
number.
My parents and I flew in on an airplane, so we managed to
avoid Ellis Island. Our first apartment
was on the east side of Manhattan on 83rd street between 1st
and 2nd avenue. I don’t
remember the exact number but I do recall it being in a four story brownstone building and that it was a railroad apartment, the kitchen
on one end and the living room on the other, overlooking the street. I remember the fire escape in the back of the
building outside the kitchen window. Mainly because that was where I used to
throw out all the gray vegetables that Mom had boiled to a premature death. I
hated vegetables with a passion. I
remember the men opening up the red fire hydrants out on the curb on hot muggy
summer days and the force of that water as we ran beneath it shrieking with
glee. I also remember many late
afternoons looking out the window after Mom left for work with my two year old
sister Angie, waiting for Dad to come home.
The neighbors were asked to listen in, just in case I had a problem. I was the responsible one at 8yrs. old. My sister Angie wasn’t too happy about this
and I wasn’t exactly thrilled either, but we survived.
We were the kraut kids with a Polish last name. My last name ended with S K I. My parents
swore we were German, I swore that I would survive my names especially the
first one, Cornelia pronounced KORE-NAE LEEAH when dad was disappointed with my
behavior after a long day at work. Or if
god forbid, my sister had a scratch on her. What my parents called discipline back
then would have had us kids screaming for the police today. That was way before kids had rights but I was
tough and stubborn, and before long my parents moved us up to the country following
closely behind my uncle and his family.
I said goodbye to my two boyfriends; Oscar the rich boy with
the Spanish maid who would take me home for lunch on school days and Richard,
the cute boy across the street who happened to be a really good kisser. It was in the summer after I completed 2nd
grade when I packed my bags and without a second glance flipped the city the
bird. We were getting away from the
crowds and the crime.
My parents planned
to take us kids to a safe place where the air was fresh and clean, to the land
of white picket fences and as I later found out, to the land of the brothers
Grimm. The city had nothing on the country, which was where all the perverts
crawled out of their hiding places. Being a kraut kid wasn’t exactly something
you wanted to let spread around, too many drunken war heroes, dirty old men and
brawny dykes and those were just the next door neighbors and the parents of my new
found friends—oh joy!
Friday, November 11, 2011
New Giveaway
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Deadline January 10, 2012
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Change is a GOOD THING!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Congratulations to the Winners of my Book Giveaway!
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Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I Am A Survivor
I am a Survivor—
I started writing because my life experiences compelled me
to stand up and speak out. I am glad that it did or I might be in some State
Hospital chain smoking and making lion pillows.
I admit I have much to be grateful for. I have my family, my
health and I am still young enough to enjoy both. I learned not to be so accepting of
everything that comes along. Now I complain when I am shortchanged. I speak up when someone cuts in front of me
or gives me a withering look when it was really they who weren’t looking.
Today I am less of an airhead. Today you have to show me,
have something solid to back up your story.
It sure is a different world. Some things are definitely for the
better. Others are questionable like cell
phones and I-pads. The kids of yesterday had to check in with a live person, we
had chores, responsibilities, homework. I
can remember when having a piece of chalk and a sidewalk was all that you
needed. Sure we let our hair down, hell
we invented it! But at the end of the
day, we washed it and started dinner because Mom was working to supplement the
family income. The family needed her and YOU to be responsible or the shit
would hit the fan and spray all over everything and then YOU would have to
clean it up! Yeah—the good old days!
We still believed in GOD and Government and things you read
in a book. Talk about naïve! We got screwed so often that it felt normal. We
bragged about it too! This country was
the greatest country in the world. Now everybody wants to occupy
everything. I’m glad people are waking
up. I just hope that it isn’t too late
to stop the flood. In the meantime, I
need you to plug this gaping hole with your finger…no just stay here and hold
it I’ll be right back…
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
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Saturday, November 5, 2011
Steps to Sanity cont.
The fifth step is Forgiveness
Forgiveness is another form of detachment.
Addiction is a family disease. There is no getting around it. It’s in our DNA. Although some people think that we are at the mercy of our genes, our environment and our upbringing, I strongly disagree. It is a CHOICE. Sooner or later, no matter how you interpret it; it is time to GROW UP.
Addiction is a CHOICE that we make on a daily basis, nothing more and nothing less.
But let me ask you, for the sake of argument, if your family had Cancer or Alzheimer’s would you be mad at them? Of course not, you would do everything in your power to be supportive, to make them as comfortable as possible and to show them how much you love them.
Addiction is a little trickier though, because of the stigma attached to it. We love them but our thinking has become distorted and so we end up showing our love in inappropriate and unhealthy ways.
Todays’ reminder from Al-Anon’s Courage to Change ©1992
Every time I try to tighten the noose of resentment around someone’s neck, I am really choking myself. Today I will practice forgiveness instead.
“You can’t hold a man down without staying down with him.”~ Booker T. Washington
Friday, November 4, 2011
Steps to Sanity (from a Survivor)
The fourth step is to BE KIND or as I like to call it, Detaching with LOVE Mr. Spock.
Isn’t that brilliant? So how do I do that? Read my lips, I am not a Vulcan. This isn’t Star Trek, I actually have feelings, feelings that I can’t just shut off like a water faucet. So HOW am I going to perform this act? The circus left town.
In order to be kind you need to step outside of your feelings for a moment, you need to do just what is askedwithout over analyzing and putting your own smarter point of view over on people. If they need a ride to work and you are already going that way, stop and give them a ride. It’s just keeping it simple. addressing the need and keeping it real. You may not approve of their lifestyle or behavior at the moment but you can still be kind. You can listen, offer advice when they ask for it, and then you can mind your business and get a life.
By get a life, I mean invest some time in things that inspire you, things that may have been set aside because you were too busy with a career or raising a family. After my husband and I retired I took up Golf and learned much more than a game, I learned how to live and become a classy mature woman. I learned to take my experiences and make them count for something. I learned that I had something worth sharing outside of those dark meeting rooms. Al-Anon is great when life is too overwhelming, I recommend it in the beginning but if you are still there after thirty years and you’re not a sponsor, you are still stuck. You, my friend, need to get a life.
From Al-Anon’s Courage to Change © 1992
Today’s reminder Nov. 4
I no longer have to depend on any one person or situation (meeting) to get on with my day. Today I have choices.
"Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts his life to one hole only." ~ Plautus
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Step number three is let go of your FEAR:
Again, I know, this is like asking for a miracle. I can hear what you are thinking because I’m psychic.
But, what if something happens to him/her And I’m Not There? What if he/she needs a ride somewhere? You know important shit like--What will he/she eat? Where—OMG—will he/she sleep-- If I’m NOT THERE? My son spent plenty of nights sleeping on the beach, under a tree, on a chair, or on the floor of some garage. And I in all my magical godlike powers was right there with him—WORRYING! Funny in retrospect, that doesn’t sound too godlike does it?
You can’t live their lives for them and you shouldn’t even try! I remember how I was at that age—you couldn’t tell me anything. I had to learn it for myself. What made me think that my child was any different?
LETTING GO OF YOUR FEAR will set you free. It will un-stick you, remove the paralysis that threatens to take you down and swallow you like quicksand.
I know that when I do something positive instead of worrying, like going to a meeting, for a walk, taking a yoga class, or volunteering, will help. Taking that first step, finding people in the same situation as yourself, and getting out there will take you out of your self-imposed isolation. It will restore you to sanity.
My take—on Al-Anon’s Courage to Change © 1992
I am proud of the fact that I am a survivor. I've experienced many struggles in order to arrive exactly where I am today. Today I know that I am much MORE than my troubles. I am a human being with dignity. I have a wealth of knowledge that I can share with others who are going through similar difficulties. I needn’t FEAR the challenges of the future. I know that I am a stronger person as a result of what I have been through. I am ready to pass it forward.
“When it gets dark enough, you can see the stars.”~ Charles A. Beard
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Step to Sanity--cont.
2. The second step is that YOU need to CHANGE
YES --YOU and your significant other and the way you relate
to YOUR ADDICT. You need to stop and think before you buy them a new car, pay
for college, pay for their apartment, groceries. What do you think you are you
telling them if you still want to take care of them? You’re telling them that they can’t take care
of themselves. You’re telling them that you don’t have any faith in them, that
without YOU they are NOTHING. And I KNOW that that is NOT what you meant!
You meant to reward them for accomplishing their goal. You
meant it to be a help up—not a hand out. But that isn’t what you are saying, bless
your hearts. That is why YOU need to CHANGE. Because even though you mean well,
you are the biggest part of the problem. I went so far as to make friends with the
so-called well-adjusted families. What
did they do that we didn’t? I was on a
mission. Guess what I learned? They have problems too, only they handle them
DIFFERENTLY. My husband used to say, be like Mr. Spock from Star Trek, BE
LOGICAL. But I’m getting ahead of
myself.
In order to change you need to read or better still listen
to WHO MOVED MY CHEESE by Spenser Johnson MD.
Well……
My paraphrase from an old copy of Courage to Change-Al-Anon
Family Groups © 1992
November 1
Todays’ reminder
Sometimes I have to let go of a problem before I can find a
solution. My thoughts racing inside my
head may be too noisy to hear my inner voice or the guidance it is
offering. Quieting the noise is a skill
I can learn with practice. In Al-Anon
practice makes progress, one minute, one thought at a time.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Steps To Sanity
NOVEMBER is CRYSTAL METH AWARENESS MONTH--
My son is still in a program the twelfth or thirteenth— I've lost track. He’s been everywhere from Hina Mauka, a 28 Day short term treatment center on Oahu to the Salvation Army, to Habilitat, a long term residential facility and now Drug Court an outpatient two year state sponsored supervised release program. He’s about two months from graduating—and I’m holding my breath-- because what usually happens is he graduates and then he relapses about a week later. Then it takes the courts about a year to catch him because well-meaning ENABLERS will HELP him by giving him money, a place to sleep, and a motorcycle to ride around in. The legal system is burdened—there is an epidemic of drug addicts out there. We are the family of a Meth addict.
Don't get me wrong--my son has a job. He is in a responsible position and in a “relationship” according to his Facebook status. We are NOT friends on Facebook. I am too embarrassing, too loud for his taste. I want to share my book Letters to a Prisoner by Connie D. and that makes him uncomfortable—he wants to put all that behind him. He wants to MOVE ON with his life.
My husband and I have been permanently changed. GOD or WHOEVER has left HIS imprint on us-he’s tapped me on the shoulder, shaken me, kicked me in the ASS a couple of times and rudely awoken me from my stupor which pretty much sums up the way I used to feel. My face has premature lines, although I still look pretty according to my husband. Of course his near vision isn’t what it used to be.
Stressed out doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s been over ten years. And yes, I still have hope. Go figure!
SO, HOW DO YOU SURVIVE—when your whole world is crashing down?
EASY, you start by taking care of YOURSELF. You understand that there is absolutely NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE what THE ADDICT does. TRUST ME on this! It takes TIME to calm down, to snap out of your reverie but there is LOADS of THAT. YES GOD, I’M LISTENING!
** Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened. ~ Winston S. Churchill
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween
Punch in
punch out the freak
that glares from a dark niche
crimson canines bared tongue trickling
verbose.
Verbose
morose fat toad
bluster soaked dripping cad
is quite mad drops now from rafter
crawls on
Crawls on
past old paint flakes
reflecting on dinner
in the old clapboard haunted house
spider.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Frenzy
I stuffed them all down
like a good little girl
urged to swallow her medicine.
Raw red meat
in a
black and white
world.
Tender tongues
twisted and ripped-out
like an old rubber band.
As their groans
splashed crimson
across my
reckoning
distracted by my next meal
as a mad ghoul
lunges past me, down
this dark corridor.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Movement
I’m moving
on
past
the old
boundaries of
I do not do
that
I don’t
think I can
I’m too old and
I’m afraid.
I’m plotting
a new course
steering
clear of old distractions
three steps
forward
two back
taking the
time
to listen
and learn.
Pressing on
because I MUST
and sidetracked
because
I hunger for
what is comfortable
choosing
safety
quelling my passion.
AND yet, I
thirst
to make a
difference
to leave my
mark
to plant a
seed, my seed
in the wild
weed-ridden
misconstrued
fields.
Hoping to
turn wildflowers
into diamond
pink petals and
lavender lined
gardens
into a redolent
harvest
of hybrid
teas.
My arms open
willing to absorb
the risk
stir in a
bit of pain, discomfort.
I step up
into judgment
reaching out
past the wise ones
the kupuna who
have led me up to this place
the highest,
most precious peaks
in the shadow
of the Koolau
spreading their velvet-green robes
beyond
my
self-imposed
self-absorbed limits
crowning present
possibilities
seated upon this
pivotal throne.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Dreaming
Dreaming about the day when I am a superstar can only take me so far and then what? Will I magically transform into a superhuman being save lives inspire rewire the cosmic hard drive? How will it change our universe reflect refract belch suck up expand in a meaningful way? and to whom and for what purpose? Does anyone REALLY know and see the BIG picture?
There are literally thousands of theories bombarding us everyday electrons protons atoms smashing splitting all around us it’s amazing that we can HEAR decipher anything at all. Anything viable that is over the concussion percussion discussion Maalox Taxes Medical bills Unemployment Drug addict superstars ENABLING doctors Food borne illnesses Egos of giant corporations selling us one last pull on the MEGA BUCK machine. Now concentrate stay with me This is it! Don’t waste it you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue and then… it’ll be gone. In the meantime you'll pick yourself up dust yourself off and continue to play this amazing game of pretend. And wait for it...there’s a Barker with a GIANT MEGAPHONE...directing you to step this way!
Okay--class let’s pretend EVERYTHING will all work out that all of this chaos is insignificant and our distant relatives or GODS if you prefer from heaven are just a little late to pick us up for our continuing trip on the way to our NEW HOME where everything is waiting for us pristine a paradise of epic proportions and everybody you ever knew is waiting there for you to fill you in
on what you’ve been missing and they are so glad you came and the only thing you are sorry about is that it took you so long to die. Then they take you to feed the machine you know the human eater that shiny metal object over there with the teeth. Yeah—the one with your name on it. But don’t WORRY because you won’t feel a thing because you are already DEAD NOPE—won’t hurt a bit AND THEN… Then… you can eat all that ice-cream and all the artery clogging shit you’ve ever wanted but couldn’t have because of stupid things like high cholesterol and heart disease. You know… because --like you won’t have a heart anymore. NOPE…you won’t have a heart a body limbs Or a BRAIN.
You’ll just be a transparent ground-up form floating around in the ether and shucks I really hate to burst your bubble but you know that safe ice-cream that I was telling you about? Well that shit ain’t real either But it… Bitch--SLAP sure was one hell of RIDE wasn’t it?
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Silly--Savvy
Copy this
down but only
take credit for
what is yours
something I heard
repeatedly in school.
Stick it
don’t pick it
on the wall
from the ground
where the moon don’t shine.
Paste your words
and your turds
on a visible sheet
separate the wheat
from the chaff
and laugh
don’t frown
lift your chins
stretch your neck
because heck
it just ain’t
pretty anymore.
Inspire
don’t tire
or get stuck
in the quagmire
of forlorn
torn
and unglued.
Paint
don’t faint
from that beer
or good cheer
staring at the belly
of jelly
in the bottom
of your glass
fat bass.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
The Difference is ME
The difference is ME
not some world
that you hang on a chain
around
your neck
that
stiffly smiles
indifferent.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Don't Suck-- Spit
You know the spiel.
Get inspired
Write about something that moves you
Paint using vivid images
And if you can’t
at least have the good sense
to make it short.
Sell it
Show some cleavage
Leave them wanting more
And If you are lucky enough and talented enough to get noticed
go to the awards ceremony, celebrate
But don’t let it get to your head
Stay humble
afterwards go home and
write something else.
Stick with what you know
stick with what works.
Scratch that,
It really doesn’t matter
what subject you choose
it isn’t even the style you use
all that really matters is if
anyone else cares
or can relate to your
drivel, I mean
take spit for instance.
Yeah—you heard me….SALIVA.
Now let’s show what would happen
if I spit on the sidewalk…
Or—if you’d rather go first
I’ll wait.
it wouldn’t be as interesting though
as if I spit in your face
now would it?
I mean
think about it
what could you create with spit
maybe take a stick
a little paint
some canvas
an old T-shirt
It might translate into something unique
It might even parade around as ART
SURE…
and pretty soon EVERYBODY
would have to have it
and it might even come in different textures
and tongues—LONG WINDED ONES
AND before you know it
there would be a MOVEMENT
And people could follow your BRAND
and you could get a Twitter button
It would be so COOL and like
maybe the Kardashian’s would
design some spit fashions
for Sears
and well
the rest...
The REST
is still unwritten.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Just This
Love means
I’ll help you pack
then prepare your dinner
but stress me out and I will eat
your young.
Red Dawn
The sun winks red-faced
on its upward climb
chased by sultry hounds
slobbering wet kisses
drenching the cracked brown earth
snaking a path to the sea.
Two dendrobiums snatched
by teething pair
chomped
discarded
alone.
The culprits
soon jailed
by a critical gust
curling hot on their
red heels.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Pregnant with Possibility
Mother Earth
orbits the Sun
pregnant with the seed of life.
Papa Moon glows
rocking the vast oceans
flexing his muscles
at the growing
galaxy
he has considered
since the ancient of days
in this vast playpen growing, multi-hued and
littered with the debris of self absorbed toddlers.
Time passes filling the void
pressing against the outer limits
stretching, kicking, gurgling and cooing
Until...Uncle-- Papa cries, finally
shaking his head
fixed on a yellow star
as it transforms into a red dwarf and explodes
ripping a black hole
into the silk wall
silhouetting space time
inhaling all, including Mama and her afterbirth
extruding still, new dimensions
on an infinite cycle
alive with possibility.
orbits the Sun
pregnant with the seed of life.
Papa Moon glows
rocking the vast oceans
flexing his muscles
at the growing
galaxy
he has considered
since the ancient of days
in this vast playpen growing, multi-hued and
littered with the debris of self absorbed toddlers.
Time passes filling the void
pressing against the outer limits
stretching, kicking, gurgling and cooing
Until...Uncle-- Papa cries, finally
shaking his head
fixed on a yellow star
as it transforms into a red dwarf and explodes
ripping a black hole
into the silk wall
silhouetting space time
inhaling all, including Mama and her afterbirth
extruding still, new dimensions
on an infinite cycle
alive with possibility.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Love in the Time of Compost
Love allows
that even a clothes horse
can have an off day
and knows when to put the blinders on.
Love bows at the sacrificial altar
of burnt beyond recognition
with a branded tongue.
Love relaxes with the Kama Sutra
inhaling a strawberry soufflé
sensually whipped.
Love lets you have first dibs
on the massage chair
kneading and pummeling your
way to RELIEF---
then hands you a post hole digger
to plant a 3' tree.
and knows when to put the blinders on.
Love bows at the sacrificial altar
of burnt beyond recognition
with a branded tongue.
Love relaxes with the Kama Sutra
inhaling a strawberry soufflé
sensually whipped.
Love lets you have first dibs
on the massage chair
kneading and pummeling your
way to RELIEF---
then hands you a post hole digger
to plant a 3' tree.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
My Memoir
Memoir
I feel
something impossibly small
that might be
pain
as I slide a
piece of paper
under
everything
my mother
said.
*from Curses and Wishes by Carl
Adamschick—Winner of the 2010 Walt Whitman Award
My Memoir
offers no salve
only a shrug
and logic.
Everything
hangs
on
perception
even
the dawn.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Amazon Cloud
Just think
a cloud in cyberspace
intuitive
pink and fluffy
no storms
no lightning
no rain
just white wispy platforms
floating in a blue field.
And you are tiny—and SKINNY
safely spinning round
smiling and laughing
and dancing to
the syncopated
do wop day glow
of a Bali autumn night.
Diddly bop
Scooby dooby doo
scaz fraz, raz ma taz and you are caught-up
in a time warp
where everyone is young
and a half dozen orthopedic shoes
swing on a clothesline along with
black and white oxfords
and toe shoes
AND they are ALL YOUR SIZE.
Daddle waddle ding dong
shoo-do-doo- woosh wow whee,
bam-bub-bee, zoosk zoos-zingin
And now you are in Macchu Picchu
twisting with Chubby Checker
and you get it—you’re connected to the source.
Blaze a blingin
tootin and scootin
without a care
tripping lightly
down the stair
with long flaxen hair
flawless skin
and your butt, hips and thighs
make grown men drool
cause your flying without a license
fresh out of school
you are so cool
and SOOO flexible.
Then you sneeze
and break the spell
OH-HELL
and you are back
but for a few syncopated moments
you were at the center of the cosmos.
A universe unto yourself and
it was HEAVEN
and Life is Like That
when your head is in a cloud
and you’re wearing rose colored reading glasses
and earphones with a mic.
Can you hear me now?
Shimmy shimmy
bing bang bong.
Crank it up, Babe
I can still hear myself
breathing.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
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Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Fear
Fear
demands
that you toss
the could have had
avoid all the should have’s
not matter what the price don’t make
a fuss.
It glares through your eyes
and into your brain
cheering you on
discouraging you from
drawing undue attention to it
or making waves.
It is a coward
droning its mantra
into your ear
until you believe
uniting with others who feel as you do
accepting it as fact
distrusting your basic instincts
no longer seeking help
or listening to reason.
Hypnotizing
you into acceptance and apathy
It will have you
acknowledging that it is selfless
seducing you for your own good
insisting that you follow its lead
persuading finally
that you come quietly
and not argue.
Altering forever
what would have been
into what must be.
**Inspired by Happy Family—a film at the Italian Film Festival in Honolulu.
http://www.cinemaitalianoinhawaii.org/
demands
that you toss
the could have had
avoid all the should have’s
not matter what the price don’t make
a fuss.
It glares through your eyes
and into your brain
cheering you on
discouraging you from
drawing undue attention to it
or making waves.
It is a coward
droning its mantra
into your ear
until you believe
uniting with others who feel as you do
accepting it as fact
distrusting your basic instincts
no longer seeking help
or listening to reason.
Hypnotizing
you into acceptance and apathy
It will have you
acknowledging that it is selfless
seducing you for your own good
insisting that you follow its lead
persuading finally
that you come quietly
and not argue.
Altering forever
what would have been
into what must be.
**Inspired by Happy Family—a film at the Italian Film Festival in Honolulu.
http://www.cinemaitalianoinhawaii.org/
Saturday, September 24, 2011
A Quiet Life—Una Vita Tranquilla
A Quiet Life
tortures you
in unexpected ways
It leads you on
like a hot babe
with her long legs
wrapped
around your mid-section
pulling you into her
and just when you think
you can’t take any more
she slices your thumb off
and lets you run around in circles
howling WHY did you do that
WHY couldn’t you just LEAVE ME ALONE?
I’ve been good!
I’ve been good for fifteen years
I’ve started a new life
a new family
why couldn’t you
just leave me alone?
And she replies…
because
YOU BELONG TO ME.
** This movie is at the Italian Film Festival.
The story of a good
family gone wrong. A man escapes to Germany and starts a new family thinking he
will finally enjoy a quiet life. He is wrong.
Friday, September 23, 2011
18 Years Later
Two
brothers
not speaking
for 18 years,
a lifetime wasted
on misunderstanding
missed opportunity and
fate. Reunited
finally
by driving their father’s Morgan car
to Calabria to spread his remains.
** I went to the Italian Film Festival yesterday
and saw this comedy—18 Years Later was very good and extremely funny.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Dryer Woes
My dryer's vent
came through
the colonoscopy okay
she was wide awake and talking
for the whole operation.
No drugs were used
or animals
harmed
during this procedure.
We had to go in and
surgically remove
several large polyps
with a rather long, hooded
flex-pole
sans camera.
Dr. D. is a genius.
She had been feeling
sluggish of late
complaining of
constipation
and irritable bowel syndrome
couldn’t dry any
jeans past the damp stage.
After the operation
she was able to sit up
and we are happy to report
although she did experience
some lint laden hiccups
she did finally facilitate a
successful
dryer event.
Poor dear
she’s relaxing comfortably
for the moment,
she doesn’t know yet
about the follow-up surgery
scheduled for next year.
She’s been spewing non-stop
hot about
hooking up
with a young energy saver
with tight abs.
came through
the colonoscopy okay
she was wide awake and talking
for the whole operation.
No drugs were used
or animals
harmed
during this procedure.
We had to go in and
surgically remove
several large polyps
with a rather long, hooded
flex-pole
sans camera.
Dr. D. is a genius.
She had been feeling
sluggish of late
complaining of
constipation
and irritable bowel syndrome
couldn’t dry any
jeans past the damp stage.
After the operation
she was able to sit up
and we are happy to report
although she did experience
some lint laden hiccups
she did finally facilitate a
successful
dryer event.
Poor dear
she’s relaxing comfortably
for the moment,
she doesn’t know yet
about the follow-up surgery
scheduled for next year.
She’s been spewing non-stop
hot about
hooking up
with a young energy saver
with tight abs.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Flamboyant
Speak,
Act,
Write,
like it was your last
pithy
driven
edgy poem.
Have them hanging
there…mid-sentence
spell-bound
salivating
for that morsel
that one
thought
that single
tiny nugget
that is pure gold.
And command
their silence.
Make them stand at attention
click their heels
salute
proving yet again
that you are much more
than sexy sizzling hot
much more
than a High School diploma
and a middle aged grandmother. Much more than a
bank of knowledge
to borrow or
withdraw from.
DAZZLE them
and then…
WALK AWAY
disappear
into the horizon
make them think it was a dream
like a brilliant autumn leaf carried away
by the breeze
colorful and rustling
sprawling splendidly
in the gifted forest
later
crunched
by a doe
in the dark.
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