I think we're both visual thinkers, Tova. Thanks.
DrDonald
Thanks Buddah. I have much to learn. Through your poetry, you both teach and delight.
from "Operation Spunk Sock", you could get a "female" name "Spunkie". Hm, Spanky and Spunkie.
I can see past all this, over your shoulder and to what is following you. I'm so glad you didn't tell us what this is. As a writer you have read your readers well and as a reader I can imagine and write the rest. Ah, the power of what is not said! I also liked the sense of nobility in the way you wrote this man. I considered this subject, but was afraid, didn't feel I could avoid making it seem schmaltzy. Thank you Maso. I read and I learn.
Like it was my very first breath Maso, your poetry is direct yet subtle and profound. A salad of sensation, emotion, obsession and irony. Loved it. You must be quite the composer in your band. I remember, as a young man, sometimes seeing a lady walking down the street and feeling that kind imperative torment. How vulnerable, we men. Wished I could do the poetry thing. Maybe I'm outa line here, but are you insa
Yeh, I'm off do to weather. Better you than me. Whenever we've been to Florida on vacation, the first thing we've always done, waking up in our hotel room every morning, is to tune in to the weather channel and see what the weather was like back home. It added pleasure to our stay. After about a week in your neck of the woods I'd be thinking, why the f**k don't I live here. Then eventually, I'd resign myself to going back home to extended family
* 15 inches so far with another 15 overnight, getting 40 mph winds off lake Ontario. The snowblower's fighting the gusts, covering me and my face; white-outs on the roads. * schools cancelled; the walk-in clinic will likely be closed too. I could use the mental rest. Wish I were a skier, there's snow everywhere. People will be riding their skidoos down the streets tomorrow, flouting the law. Oh well, snow day.
. The IP address is a Department of Defense network. It doesn't take much. I'm still trying to figure what it was in my "In My Head I'm Still 18" post that warranted their attention. Kind of fun guessing y'know.
Paul is all! and Guy is sly!
dance gollum dance
How wonderfully geekish! Makes me want to to roll my twenty-sided dice to help me decide what to have for supper tonight!
You'll be glad not to be in southern Ontario. At least 50 centimeters expected over the next two days. Lets see, that's 50 / 2.54 = almost 20 inches. Yah probably a snow day around here tomorrow.
Thanks shovel (Joe). Means a lot to me. A lot of addicts and alkys will share that being cool or being high was not as big a motive for their addiction as wanting to feel normal or just being a born addict. The biggest evidence of this is with the dry addict or drunk. Like they say in AA, "take alcohol away from an asshole, you still got an asshole." This is why these groups try to focus on personal change, so people can live "in their own skins".
you're a true gentleman Mason, ...far as I know anyway.
nostalgic...I'd like to go there some day...but in a car; made be think of the scenery in the animated movie "Cars". Thanks. Well done.
Well done Mason. One problem though, now you'll have to wash your feet!
thanks, I never was good with names Mason, I guess I thought you belonged to some secret society. I was referring to your style even if I did get the name wrong. Thanks.
I know a few 'Pauls' right now ..and this is based on one such young man that was convinced that either the CIA or drug smugglers were following him. Thanks maso. MasonM ..I've been trying to be more free-flowing like you Joe glad to have you around mister Dr. Donald y'all can call me Don. Glad to be around. Thanks! So mysterious! thanks
...quick and dirty, here's mine... WWW Link
The plane burns a smoggy path onto the runway, and Paul shakes the hands of the flight crew. They have a strange look to them as if they know what is about to happen. His arms occupied, down an endless corridor, a casual bump that seems as innocent as a hiccup requires some adjustment to his balance. An edgy crawl through security as he feels a weary daze drift over him. A pretty girl
it just occurs to me, maso, how much the writer reads and the reader writes thank you for your generous and enlightening comment
* thank you maso -- very kind -- my better stuff seems to write itself * lw & shovelheat had challenged me to explore my void, I blame them Good idea for a writer's challenge by the way... I know what I would write about ...just don't know if I could deal with the feelings ...we'll see.
Now just be careful Knit Picks doesn't send you any nits! People are always trying to get rid of nits. (Sorry.)
intimate...sensuous...and passionate it awakens some old feelings, memories that I thought I'd forgotten
In the mid-seventies, I remember hearing John Howard Griffin, the American jounalist, speak about his efforts and the efforts of other civil rights activists to register black voters in the south in the early 60's. This journalist took the drug Oxsoralen in high doses and used ultraviolet light to turn his skin black. He spent 6 weeks in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama passing himself off as a black man, in 1959, so he could know what it was to experience segregation from a white Am