Happy New Year

in
meeting
you
it all made sense
and fates
gentle
nod
to me placing
my lips
upon yours
unveiled
secrets
that
uttered
their
sacred tones
and
i knew
i know
that as
Lauryn Hill preached
everything is everything
so i tred
gently
upon this
new year
and give thanks
for the lightness
of
my heart
as the journey
once
again
steps forward.

Merry Christmas.

There is something terrible yet soothing about returning to a place where you once lived. You are one of your own memories.
Mary Morris Crossroads

I don't get Christmas sweaters?

Sure, Kevin Gilbertson, I can tell you what Christmas Sweaters are all about.

{Dave drags his blanket to the center of the forum as all of the other playerz stop posting and stare.}

Lights, please?

{House lights go down, leaving one spotlight on Dave, center forum.}

"And there were in the same mall, salespeople, abiding the floor, keeping watch over their stock by night, and Lo, the manager of the store came upon them, and the worry of the store shone round about him, and they were sore afraid. And the manager said unto them, 'Fear not, for behold, I bring you knittings of great joy, which will be unto all people whom you chose to sell them to. For unto you is worn this day in the department store, a sweater. 'Tis tacky as sin. And this shall be a sign unto you. You shall find the sucker wearing similar clothes, shopping for Hallmark ornaments and crafty ducks." And suddenly there was with the manager, a multitude of guys in suits, praising his tactics and saying "Glory are sales in the highest, and on earth, please, try to also sell these to men."


{Walks slowly back, while all the playerz remain in stunned silence.}

That's what Christmas Sweaters are all about, Kevin Gilbertson.

I don't know why I feel this way, I don't know if its right or wrong to laugh at misfortune. Darkness can never last to long, when you laugh in its face.

Danny Elfman

It's strange how silent
it came

the transgression
of songs
singing and reminding
me of you
to him
that I didn't
object
I just sat
quietly
and
listened.

smoke gets in your eyes

That morning I wept.....

I wept because I had lost my pain and was not accustomed to its absence.
Anais Nin

05/05/05

There was
something
about that
05/05/05
and everything
that surrounded
it
Something with
the ebb and
flow
Something about
the emotion
that spilled
over
and embedded
itself
in life blood
Something
that twinged
and eeked
and flowered

Whose mere
objective
was turmoil
and renaissance.

Friendship runs dancing through the world bringing to all of us summons to wake and sing its praises.

Thanksgiving 2007
8:00 am
Glazed Apple Lattice Coffee Cake
Starters
Roasted Hazelnuts with Thyme
Smoked Salmon Deviled Eggs
Roquefort Gouge’res
Dinner
2:00 pm
Herb Roasted Turkey
Cornbread, Andoille Sausage, fresh sage Dressing
Mashed Potatoes
Roasted Yams with citrus and coriander Butter
Green Bean Casserole
Cranberry Pear Chutney
Dessert
Spiced Pumpkin Layer Cake
Pumpkin Pie
Pecan Pie
Assorted Cookies
Please bring a beverage of your choice.

Minnesota
0

Green Bay
34

As my neighbor Robert says, "That game was over faster than a truckstop blowjob."

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.

Ode to my Mother-Donna Jean Beaubien

A profound sadness
has set over me

Perhaps it is solid evidence
of time passing

Or the thought that
makes it to the forefront
for me
this time
every year
That we are truly alone

Or that happiness is relative
and overated
and - yes -
fleeting

In this turmoil
I think of
Cedar Falls, Iowa
and Bartlett Hall
where
brown paper package
masking taped
arrived
and held a birthday cake

and the one who
celebrates this day
with me
whose voice hangs with my breath
states
I couldn't imagine having
a birthday
without
a cake

So-
in this absence of
intimacy

in the absence of
you giving up
more than
you have
for me

Knowing
Actually-not knowing-
what could make
me happy
or
perhaps-worse-
knowing
and not doing

This void has
opened up

But
reflecting
on unconditional
love greeting
with signs
and clothes laid out
and coffee made
for me
and words of
I had to do what I could do

There is a yes in that

In my stumbling
a surprise
is there
to utter

People who aren't generous
must be very fearful

and there it is

Still
no cake
no melting candles
no icing
no wish making

there is emptiness there

Emptiness in the
tell tell
signs
of distance making.

The following is a transcript of a voicemail I received from my friend David,

"I just saw a casualty of Halloween. A messy blonde wig lieing in a gutter and thought of you...."

Happy Halloween!

http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/mne/442967994.html
Now with even lower standards!
Due to shortages in men in the Greater Portland Area, the following categories of unforgivable lowlifes have been promoted to "potential relationship material" for me: -Liars -Cheaters -Daily pot smokers -My intellectual inferiors -Dirty, smelly coffee shop poets -Barflies -Possessive types -Women haters -Men old enough to be my Dad -My Dad -Anyone else in my family, including the remains of my dead grandfather -Lawyers -People who can't spell and refuse to use spell check -Alcoholics -Negative, angry types -Politicians/the criminally insane -Smokers who pretend to be non-smokers -Vain, self-centered artists -Drama queens -Guys who always get dumped and can't figure out why -The dental-hygienically challenged -Players -Polygamists -Republicans -Anyone with that shit-eating fetish -People who ever liked the band "Book of Love" -Pig Fuckers -Pink shirt wearing corporate capitalist dick heads who drive fancy cars -Free loaders -Your dumb friend, age 37, who still plays video games after work -Anyone with a toupee -The insecure -Misers -Humorless "business" types -Mama's Boys -Egomaniacs -Sex addicts -Poseurs -Infantile fuckwits who blame everyone else for their problems -Narcissists -Bad kissers -The fiscally irresponsible -Underachieving slacker dudes -Anyone in any kind of tribute band Hope to hear from you soon!

I no longer ask for compassion and passion. All I ask is for you to listen.
Elie Wiesel

Walk it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oaxl3XTgDo

The rain had lasted 16

out of the last 18 days

and with it the chance to

open books and old cds

I ran into Bob Dylan's

anthems and with them-this,

"...Ain't it hard when you

discover that

He wasn't really where

it's at

After he took from you

everything he could steal..."

and I still hang around

the ceiling

waiting for

waiting for

waiting for

Little instances of

escape

Not into myself

But the soft breath

of another

And tell people,

"I really like being

alone,"

And fade away

to childhood

(don't we all)

And listen to those

voices

Carrying me away

to then

Because now

feels

So distant.

Hi Kevin,

Yes we rent Straight Jackets.

Please stop in to rent one.

Thank you for your inquiry.

Jim Twin Cities Magic & Costume 651.227.7888

I had begun to

awaken

early

as to leisurely

enter my day

As I took

Greta

out for her

morning walk

I noticed

the birds

stirring

more

aggressively

than before

I looked

in the cage

and counted

and re-counted

and counted

again

noticing that

there was

one more

walnut sized

violet brown

hatchling

the next morning

four more

how unobservant

had I

become

from

laying of eggs

to incubation

to flight

and then

full moon

and early

morning

taking me

out to the

porch again

and moon setting

morning

cascading

about fledgling

white wings

illuminated

with

blue-white

light.

ennui II

I leafed

through the

book I lent

you and

you

returned

hoping to

catch

your scent

It is said that unsophistication makes a man empty and that emptiness makes him carefree. It may be true among those who were born dead and who exist like frozen corpses; but the sensitive boy who feels much and knows little is the most unfortunate creature under the sun, because he is torn by two forces. The first force elevates him and shows him the beauty of existence through a cloud of dreams; the second ties him down to the earth and fills his eyes with dust and overpowers him with fears and darkness.

Kahlil Gibran