devildog moon...

devil dog rides
on all fours tonight
he dreams of the moon,
the delights of the lunarisms.
perhaps tomorrow
he'll finally tell master
that he will no longer
fetch the paper,
roll over,
or beg...

instead,
he'll rip out
the throat of his
tormentor

maybe then the voices will stop
while he howls at the too high too bright
moon.

I love fountain pens....

Write

a trail of your life found between
ink stains, hurried, barely legible scratchings, misspellings,
and grammatical butchery.

what?
what's... that...there on that page...?

-here,
your first love leaving,
-there,
a birth of a child,
-somewhere else,
struggle for sanity...
writing for whom?
rereading the past
don't you know how it all
comes out?
hmmph, not until I
write the ending...

I love fountain pens...!


When I'm writing my prose/thoughts/therapeutic rants, I usually do so with a fountain pen- why? Because I love the feel of the nib on paper (usually a Moleskine large sketch pad) I have several favorite pens, but my two most used are a Pilot Vanishing Point and a vintage Keene Pen:

Of course what attracted me to it was the name: Keene as in Bob Keene!

The nib is a moderate flex, gives quite a different appearance depending on the amount of pressure exerted and the angle one holds it in. Holds quite alot of ink, good heft and well balanced. The Keene Pen company was located in NYC and went out of production sometime in the 40's or 50's I believe....

I began a serious relationship with fountain pens when I chose to purchase one for my 50th birthday... a bit of a landmark, and I wanted to write my journals with something special....
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bits...

pieces of me

die

daily

trimmed bits

lie on cold

ground

bits...

it's just

bits

tomorrow

maybe they'll

be lunch meat

for other

crows

"Grounded"

how can
your mouth
(that soft red lipped mouth)
issue the
razor sharp ego-crushing
weighted bludgeoning
torment
with but a puff of breath?
perhaps it's the added
velocity of hardly
hidden contempt
that makes it so
much more
emasculating.

ruckus!!

i heard the noise
next door
an' as it swelled in size
then i knewed for sure

it's gotta be a Ruckus
(i think you knows it too)
it's jes GOTTA be
a RUCKUS
if not, it gonna be one soon

yep!-now see!!
their house is bloating
prolly gonna damn explode
an there ain't no
goddamn way
Search an Rescue gonna can
get on down the road

tellya whut to do buddy
go grab a jug of whiskey
toss it thru their door
an hope they get
SO frisky
that they bash everbody
out
might just calm 'em down
if they too unconciouses
to make a shout

this here ain't
the firstest time
sure won't be their lastest
them ruckus-causing ruckus-ers
know how to start'em fastest
but thas ok
thas ollrite
gonna be the only ruckus o' this night!

rational....

I'm very rational

and impartial

except when it comes

to deciding if I should

act in

a rational manner

I get upset

it shouldn't be so

difficult to

get along with me

BUT

I argue and debate

contradict myself

lie to myself

worse

I believe

myself

lose my impartiality

makes me no better

than those folks

who used to burn people

at the stake

for being witches

when all they were

was irrational

wait

hold on

do you smell smoke?

Or maybe it's a better neighboorhood...

some fear 

falling into

the infinite possibilities

like love

401k plan

children

death

you could be locked in.

trapped in the revolving cycle

where it isn't about you 

anymore...

oh, my;

waaaaah.

quit the whining

you make choices

live with it

you could be

dead

i mean,

what if they play

Barry Manilow

in heaven

infinitively? 

Hmmmmm.......

Ok, so I'm starting to figure this blog thing out...

The trick seems to be.... link to everyone! Link to "funny people". 

That link is to a Boston comic named Mike Birbiglia... he just got his life greenlighted into a TV show!

I went to his blog- he writes a daily journal- very funny; but...

HE LINKS TO EVERYTHING!! (that's for behind-the-scenes coffee stories)..

so I guess he gets "trackbacks" or something.... and this becomes important- because the more people you 'know',

the more you show up on the web search....

So, I will give you some entertaining 'vacations'! You know- places to go..... you like Legos??? You ain't seen nothing til you see these Legos!!

Well, I'll keep writing, photographing... and linking.

Stay tuned for tomorrow- never know where we might end up......

....on a stick....

walking 

early evening

heard your voice in

my memory

"Look, look up! 

See all those stars!!!!"

looked up

all I saw

was a stick

to hang my heart on

How old...?

(dedicated to my faithful companion, Leica, who turned 9 years old on March 11)

...How old...?

now,

if a year to you

is 7 and-a-half weeks

to me,

then that makes you....?

hmmmmmmm....

(older than me...)

Sixty-three!?!?!

how can that be!?

weren't you just a small ball

of fur and fury?

Happy birthday, Dawg!

If God is good to me

maybe I'll look so good at your age...