snake charmers pecking at malnourished carcasses
bodies strangled in murderous waters
walls so high, mountain steeples flatten
follow the arc of the convenient
the long story is best told aboard travelling vessels
bridging episodic whims
this is where they followed
two by two
in it for the long journey spanning centuries
creative creatures called to board
before the raging floods of sameness
drown out overweight minds and weak voices
protected in the ark, safe to endure extreme swells
the chosen and their miraculous words survive mankind’s dysfunction
sowing seeds for independent reaping
sun to sun to sun
after earth recovers and swollen rivers recede
writers perished by insignificant waters finally reveal themselves
their dried out bones almost identical
there is a case of beer bottles in my garage. it was a holiday gift. twelve special beers. the best of the best. is what the printed words say right there on the macho pretty box. the best of the best. more than the fantastic four or the magnificent seven–it’s the sublime twelve. I stare down at this charismatic hops box. twelve superb necks holding twelve superior brews. hell, what would I say if I were just one beer. this is twelve. twelve miraculous times someone mixed and poured perfect.
hmm. I said I was going to start this year with writing honestly. I’d have to think long and deep, as long and as deep as those amber necks reaching down to those chilly ales swallowed to warm the senses.
truth is one thing in the flesh, it’s a whole other liquid when brewed into words. let me start chugging here:
I don’t know where my words come from. this unnerves me a bit. it’s like arriving at a familiar place with no recollection of the ride. I don’t know what is going to happen most times I plan to write so I can never really plan anything longer than a short piece. I managed to pen ten manuscripts long ago when my brain was less fragmented, all fantasy blended with some sci-fi, all for the tween market. I don’t think my liquefied brain could pour adult long write. that would be a real challenge for me in my present glass state, though I’ve visited over thirty US states. I am not worldly. Other then crossing into Tijuana on foot back in the ’80s, and staring at bugs in Montreal’s Insectarium, my world travel case is sticker light. I am George Bailey-never left Bedford Falls.
It has taken me until now to learn how to lower the brewery simmer button. no more unnecessary boiling. life’s to short for bubbling over the vat.
if I were beer, I’d belong in a wine bottle. whatever the hell that means.
is a cutting edge cosmetic procedure.
This miraculous process halts aging!
Feeníx is derived from plant cellulose.
A microscopic cellulose skin is sealed to the epidermis
utilizing tanning bed technology.
This procedure is pain-free and completely safe.
Feeníx looks and feels absolutely natural.
The moment Feeníx is applied
skin not only appears 98% wrinkle-free,
the signs of natural aging disappear for decades.
Feeníx is expensive,
but then beauty’s allure is often found in its cost.
There is a remote possibility that
the sensation of being touched could be lessened or lost completely.
This result affected an insignificant number of test subjects,
who were otherwise ecstatic over their skin’s new youthful appearance…
I Naturally/mixed media
this illustration was done when the writer was 19 and wrinkle free 😉
suck in, plump out
their sexy offspring
reforming educational reformed reforms
parents acting like children
children behaving like adults
celebrating bad behavior
good behavior uninteresting
unheavenly star power
war battling religion
religion battling bedrooms
WAKE UP EARTHLINGS!
the lizard people want us dumb and distracted
so they can take over the planet!
Cheesy Alien, previously published – created a few months back…
The delicate daughter recently completed a conspiracy paper for her lit class – there are real lizard people…Google away, my friends…;)
I’ve been ‘monstering’ day and night. I have only monster art right now and I don’t want to scare too many people all at once. So I was thinking: What’s less frightening than scaly hominids and gooey-mouthed creatures? Of course, the answer was as plain as the once-broken nose on my face!
My next thought was more of seeking out an appropriate image for this post with my less frightening theme in mind. It was then I remembered. Long ago, when I was at Prentice Hall there was a very exciting day. It was the day we received the Adobe Creative Suite. Well, I went to town and started playing around, learning enough to be dangerous.
I present to you my first and only glib stab at a political poster. Insert politician’s name of your choice. And, for those of you that graciously stop by my blogcabin – this is as political as I’ll ever get. Most days I try to keep anntogether a fun place to visit, where one can rest their feet and warmly chuckle.
Thank you. May you dream of living free and having enough savings to enjoy your freedom.
Poster copy inspired by Stephen Sondheim’s lyrics, Send In the Clowns.