December Wrap

We had a Royal Family Christmas at our place this year. My Mom & Dad came up from Yuma (where they are thawing for the season), Jamie, Denise and John came down from Colorado. Everyone else from Phoenix and a few other loved ones too. Cathy was in Mexico with the Droll clan. We missed her here, and I hear they missed me there. Next year we're gonna put an end to this missing business. Here's what I got for December. Whenever you hear someone say "it's just a job" you might be complaining too much. Whenever you hear yourself say "it's just a job" you might want to consider looking for a new one. In my job it's best I stay focused on just the little things. Excuses are so exhausting. Make sure you know exactly where that damn baby is before you start throwing out bath water. Let your pallate off the leash. When I grabbed her breast I was able to fully return to the moment and remember my purpose. A big part of our day involves just moving our stuff around. If you're thinking someone might get something of yours, that you have something that you may be threatened by another that you should and someone should not that there is another you've earned something you have a right oh my, watch out that's how all this crap got started. And now from some real people. The act of compassion begins with full attention. Daniel Goleman. Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. T.S. Eliot. All you have some day will be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors. Kahlil Gibran. Samurai: The priest Keiho related that Lord Aki once said that martial valor is a matter of becoming a fanatic. I thought that this was surprisingly in accord with my own resolve and thereafter became more and more extreme in my fanaticism. A smiling face is half the meal. Latvian Proverb. That's it for this time. All my love, your bobJuan.

The Fourth Hand - Book Report

I went with Cathy to a Book Sale a couple of months ago. I found the Irving section and bought all they had I didn't. This book was one of um. It's not his best work, and you don't need to hear that from me, but it's a great read and character study, as usual. The typical crazy Irving humor and sex, oh yes. A warm finish. Recommend = True.

Picture found here.

Singleton Moms - What We Do!

A Photo Challenge

Quick poem/story challenge: Check out Corrin's response here. Anybody else wanna get in? Here's mine:

My mom had me sit while she and her classmates from her native cultures writing class presented themselves to their instructor for their final. All the other students in the class are young. My Mom only takes these crazy night classes that are filled with young freaks, like social workers, creative writers, wannabe teachers, goofballs like that. People that are not afraid to act out and get naked, just like my Mom. It was all I could do to ignore their beautiful breasts. I met the instructor earlier in the semester, he’s a freak too. The shit I do for mom. I can’t believe my sisters don’t understand why I’m her favorite.

[pic found here.]

Fantasy#318

I was sitting on the patio she went to her car started it drove off nothing since been a while now. I chuckled at the time since, I've not stopped wondering about my girl who left the day after thanksgiving, in her pj's, dirty too a clean departure squeaky. i think she only had her purse and her keys of course I couldn't have done it better myself I always knew she was better than anyone she knew it too. i'm gonna have a garage sale there's some nice stuff of hers here i'll probably take a place downtown for a while maybe get the band back together she was a damn good woman to me.

Pic found here.

Smiling Backwards @ Section 59651

The following is the final poem for the semester. It is a conglemeration of lines from my classmates poems. It's nonsense really, unless you were there, then you may find a line or two of yours mixed up!

when i say dear god i mean it the deaths of others I have loved slipping through the painted red dust i kneel at your alters and i am altered and dirty our agendas have disappeared i have grown into some awful beast the kind that cries and has red meat hanging inside its chest lapping at my shorelines she taught me how to hold a joint stretching to my grandparents front porches she follows the path by the flow of their pain to hide within the lovely things and find again a childish dance the brown bitch beat defeat within a labyrinth of mumpsimus i do not think that word means what you think it means my only friends i hope you like swimming through an eye-wall of mistrust look someone dead in the face and let another heart begin like the wind in the palm of his hands you have started a fire in me softening my heart against my will I dreamed about the poem spoon and harpoon I dreamed you had written for me speak sweet in the tongue of mystery learn to lie for a living do as you please and please do everything while forest whole in crackle heard sweat slips between my breasts that sweet machine, that strangler team until my head slipped onto your shoulder, still attached without the band-aids of our clothes we are beasts a burning box of matches tend to leave my bed sheets sandy enough to send the scorpions running especially since you lit the match that started this brush fire the hickeys on my neck on my back with my chest wide open the same scene endlessly unwinds someone has eaten the sun from the sky it's fucked up while i was at war my wife was a whore choking from the ties that bind us for life i used my hair to soak the blood Making me question every word that flows from your mouth the chance of catching you keeps me up at nite this is what it is like to be alone the backs of my teeth are desperate oil and dust from nineteen years and endless money lust try twenty i don't want to see you when I close my eyes you're coming to me in my dreams you are supposed to be off-limits i will suck the wind out of you no one can out run lava i believe that slow ache religion i found when death was around took the liberty of our tongues i will shine it military grade to match my brother's shoes they did not shave his head turning those proud lions into stumbling kittens where your lips had claimed holy land the last time before that nothing visible occurred but ruah you seem to have forgotten that I have no problem quitting you i don't care as long as it pushes off my lips and hits you in the face your beehive mouth my quicksand tongue i spin like lance-fucking armstrong i have lied to you every night this week I am a botanists daughter with a black thumb permanently resting up his rectum that slow ache a second spinal cord cold in my crack secured by a gordian knot growing in me words to make you fall in love and speak in tongues i hear the floor squeal against your eager limbs I'm physically aching for phantom appendages I slip in to your eyelids i would do it again how about you i would eat my mental tongue if my mental teeth obeyed from the heart to the hand we tumble, tumble you seem built to hold on to things i would be the greatest mistake of your life leash leading exercise in the green swimming pool dremel tools sharpen teeth we took turns playing the big dipper i wish we could've called it love making you make it hard your succubus started coming undone blaspheming and bellowing the sheets smelled a lot like fear i dream in colossus how to do this without really doing it i keep myself in the company of volcanoes an alternative to ice the desert's dusty streets miss your wandering hands we've always been each others shores two wishes at the same time for the same thing the hunger to write your life story on our bed sheets i can't seem to shake any of you my pores have turned into oceans i know where the moon is at daybreak i am outgrowing my allotted space in the universe astrology is asinine will there be some evidence of who i was when the smoke so sweet to me earlier quit the breath of my two little boys will i remember, in a year, who I was today? the me now in these nights is all that you need so instead of throwing a hand grenade plan an expedition to the tip top of my breasts we can't say no we tread on uneasy skin i still don't know what you look like naked

Aubto Wakes Up

I am home again with Neptune and Saburi. I save my tears for I realize nobody knows I was gone, it was only a dream. They wouldn’t believe it anyway. It wasn’t a nightmare for I had a family and friends. But there was no tribe to speak of, no one truly talked to each other, everyone wore funny clothes and kept themselves busy with nothing really. I fear I dreamed of the future, and I hope it’s many years away. I worry for my tribe, for my people, I hope what I saw is not our future. Maybe I dreamed of our past. The ending was sad, but it seemed like a beginning too. It’s good to be home, I am the luckiest man alive. The rains will come soon. I think I’ll make a visit with Safi tonite.

[I got the picture from one of the .PPS Amazing Pictures files that circulates our internets.]