Tuesday, January 27, 2015

AS TRANSLATING FROM THE RUSSIAN LOOSELY

Rabbit went to woods for mushroom. Mushroom saying to rabbit “Eat me”, so rabbit did.
Now rabbit not been seen long time.
By this you know a talking watermelon not good for eating.
No! Not!
But a talking mushroom is good for much eating.
Just don’t expecting to be back, like rabbit, anytime soon.
Don’t believing you me?
Go asking Alice. 
Thinking she’ll know.


Friday, January 23, 2015

THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE PART TWO

" In the same manner we would not … make a discriminatory cake against Christians, we will not make one that discriminates against gays,” 
This story (click here)  refuses to end.

You may recall "The Right to Refuse...Pt. I" from last month.
I just keep adding on, and will until the day comes that all 50 states recognize the right to Public Accommodation for the LGBT community. Currently, I believe 31 states recognize the right to service regardless of race, creed, color AND sexual orientation.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

THE FATAL BOOTS

When I was a boy, about 3 or 4, and my uncle Grady took me and bought me some cowboy boots, the kind with pointy toes.
Later, he was sitting in his big easy chair reading the newspaper, and I come up in front of him where he couldn't see me and I kicked him in the shin with the new boots he had bought me just as hard as I could.
Down came the newspaper, and he backhanded me, hard, and I went flying across the room and into the wall.
I was crying as I got up, rubbing my head and said "Why you want to hit me for Uncle Grady".
Most of my lessons seem to come that way.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

SUCH A PRETTY MESS

All day long you
ran wild inside of me,
throwing pillows and peeping
around corners, knocking down
my dreams from the pantry shelves
and my unthought thoughts
from where I had them neatly stacked.
Now I come home
and there is nothing but you,
everywhere you.

Is it any wonder
that I want you? I want you
to lean back and lie still.
I’m going to clean up
the mess you’ve made of me.
I’m going to restack my thoughts
all around you, all over you.
I’m going to feed you my dreams
and dreams are a messy food,
my love… a messy food.
Peregrine @ Your Eyes Blaze Out

Thursday, January 01, 2015

RED ROVER, RED ROVER



"We are living now.
We shall not live long.
No one should tell us we shall live again.
This is our little while.
This is our chance."
Susan Glaspell


Image
Arthur Leipzig