Old Poems from Outta’ the Box

Hi all, adding yet another older poem I dug outta my writing box after moving.

If yer interested in seeing more of my older poetry you can see some of my California stuff here, and newer stuff from a couple years back here….

But right now here’s a short little poem from my first year in S.D.

 

God Don’t Mind that I Kilt this Here Deer

On my TV

Nightly news head

Interviewing man saying

In South Dakota

Hunting is like a religion

And the deer hung by it’s hinds

From the rafters of the garage

Dripping blood splatter pools on the gray cement

As children dance around

Proud Papa

 

Old Poems from Outta’ the Box

Where be the Angels

On a cold steel table

Deep in the antiseptic

Gray green basement of some Government building

Lies the body of an tiny infant

No longer pink faced and round

Who lived a brief but tumultuous life

Ended by violence

 

And I cried

Cried not just for this baby

But for all the babies who are left in the hands of

The inept

The Stupid

The Insane

All the babies who are battered with words

Fists

Deeds

And I can’t help asking just this one last time

Where be the Angels that you promised us

Hey Buddy Can Ya Spare a Rhyme

Good almost humanly warm Saturday everyone. Recently I had the pleasure of coming across a fun and friendly blog-maestro, his blog pouringmyartout is fun, funny, inventive and as original and…mmm…unpredictable as the artist writing (drawing) it.

50 Shades of Gravy-Click on the Glasses and join in the biggest boldest social experiment in…oh at least two or three weeks.

Anyway, he also is quite vigilant and verbose in his comment section, and often, as I’ve noticed with a few of the blog’s I follow, the comments become a big part of the enjoyment of reading their posts.

Again and anyway, recently he’s gone on a, I guess almost religious crusade of sorts, a spiritual journey to see what will happen if he builds himself an electronic “Tower of Babble” as it were, pushing the limits, challenging the god’s of the word (press), rocketing himself toward…

No one is quite sure yet and that’s the excitement. How far can it go? What if it never stops? Is there some sort of cosmic computer balance that this brave explorer is threatening to tip? And will the awesome power of the net-o-verse tip in his favor a la Justin Bieber, or against him a la…Justin Bieber?

What do we care really, our fun is in the participatory experience.

Okay and so you’ll see in reading that you don’t have to write a poem…I just thought it was a fun title fer this post.

So why am I still talking…

Here, another link for ya…go there…now…make history…n maybe some new friends.

 

Navigating The Amazon

Okay well and hi everyone. I’m back quick this time with exciting updates about my new book “The Grasshopper & the Ants”.

But first, and for those of you first time readers to RWR who are unaware of this, I am not super computer friendly. Umm, that’s a little lite, I am something of a techno-phobe and truth is I would never buy an e-book myself. Do not understand the obsession and excitement over the whole digital library. But ya know, whatever, I figured, I don’t have to get it to list my book…that was rather naive of me.

So anyway it’s up and listed on Amazon woo hoo!  Today I get to spend hours trying to figure out promo options and navigating web pages boo hoo!

On top of that I will have to see if I’ve done everything right (including pricing??) as it’s originally listed oh it is to laugh!

All of the madness aside, I think it’s a great book in a classic style. I of course wrote the story so I’m a little biased. But Chris Walker who did the illustrations really brought the story to life so I believe everyone should have a copy of this soon to be run away hit.

Alright enough said here ya go everyone

Grasshopper & the Ants

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