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Camera in Dancing Sideways Is More Fun: A Collection Of Original Poetry And Songs
Smile big for the camera, babe. If I can’t touch you in 3D, I can be with you this way . Smile big for the camera, honey. Take the time to be at ease, Smile for me, and the pretty games w...
Back To Life in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
My presence on the internet has been very sparse recently. I've neglected my blog(s) and Facebook, and haven't been sending out emails like I should. It's not due to lack of time, or boredom; i...
Whinings From A Useless Lump. in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
This week has been a total waste; I haven't done a single thing all week except be sick. I think it's on account of the antibiotics I've been taking to make sure the infection in my arm doesn't c...
I've been out of the hospital since Saturday afternoon, meaning that I've been home several days. Usually after a hospital stay I'm a bit out of it for a day or so, but not as badly or as long a...
Not All There in Breathing Lessons
He's not "all there" anymore, and he is so very young. He's the same age my significant other was when he died back in the late 1990's. My Kevin died of an aneurysm; this man has had two, plus a...
Rise And...What? in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
It's just a bit after eight in the morning, and I'm waiting for my breakfast to arrive. I can only imagine what the crap du jour might be. It doesn't much matter, because I imagine I won't eat ...
What's Up, Doc? in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
Here I am, at eight in the evening, in the hospital. This is not how I wanted to start out this week. Who DOES want to start out their week like that? It's a long story. Let me start at the be...
Passing The Time in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
It's not quite seven thirty in the morning. I'm at dialysis on the machine, having my blood filtered and cleaned out, and the excess fluid that my kidneys do not deal with any longer taken from...
Liberate in Dancing Sideways Is More Fun: A Collection Of Original Poetry And Songs
Damn it. Look at this. Damn it all to hell, what next? Annoyed, Angered, Indignent, Riding on a wave of bitter words... You don't know, And most likely Don't Fucking Care... Sure, Ru...
All the words I had to say to you Went south for the winter, And it's only July, But they're gone away So what in the name of heaven Do I do? Here, I have these flowers. They're a litt...
Sometimes Ya Just Gotta Laugh in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
It's Thursday, and this has been a week of ups and downs. ON the up side; dialysis treatments seem to be going a bit better lately, and whereas I've been coming home feeling quite sick after the...
She lives with two men In a house on a hill. One's in a wheelchair. The other stands still. They go down to the river And they pray to their god They say doesn't exist, But he's all that t...
The day is undone And waiting for us. We are the living And this is the life. The day is undone, and waiting... Hallelujah. Sing Hallelujah. Sing laughter. Sing light. High and low...
Wheelchair At The Top Of A Hill in Breathing Lessons
It's a Saturday morning somewhere around twenty minutes past eight, and I am already at the computer with a cup of coffee sitting on a nearby TV tray. I have to turn around in my desk chair, wh...
Olana in Dancing Sideways Is More Fun: A Collection Of Original Poetry And Songs
The lights come up on a barren stage And a woman on pins and needles Saying, “Alas I threw my love away On a man who was not my equal. And it’s a high price that I pay. It’s a high price tha...
Fizz in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
I’m rather proud of myself lately. Ever since a very good friend whose opinion I respect (most of the time, anyway, except for when I’m being an obnoxious brat.), I’ve been doing things to make ...
Gathering light In the palms of their hands, Hello sun. Hello. Animals dance. Trees sing. Light sings In the palms of their hands. Hello sun. We say Hello. Joy... Unrefined, Inte...
Leaving Home in The Everyday (A Diary Of Sorts)
I used to keep a blog at another site, where I was known as "The Rickster," and previously as "Dave Dog." Actually, I'm still there, or at least my blog still is, but lately the site in question...
Undaunted in Dancing Sideways Is More Fun: A Collection Of Original Poetry And Songs
His naked, undaunted body, Fluid and slender, Pours out over the bed. Anticipation Drips from his skin, This body of his, Glistening with expectation... "I have waited for this all my life...
Daffodil in Dancing Sideways Is More Fun: A Collection Of Original Poetry And Songs
It's a pretty word But I don't care for The flower. No...not so much... But the word... Yeah, Cool. And you, I don't care so much for you Either. And still I'm here, Clutching daffod...
He's talking. He's always talking. He never shuts up. Never mind that he isn't saying anything that means anything; he just keeps talking. That there is no substance to what he says doesn't ...
Royal Babies And Universal Promise in Breathing Lessons
While I'm working here at home, the television is on, tuned to one of those cable news channels. Lately I've opted for music to play in the background while I am working, but today, for some odd ...
You're clutching the wheel; you're choking back tears. Romeo lied and the world fell down. Your letters grew longer the further he flew. His distance was nothing but poorer with speed. His an...
Now Listen, Anastasia, Listen...closely now...listen... There is no sadness in a blue sky. Rather, there is infinite wonder, For one can see forever If one wants, And tries To find it. ...
The night is young, and I'm in a smoky bar in Aberdeen, sipping a bourbon and water, my usual choice of drinks, while alternately texting him on my smart phone, which is often smarter than I am. ...
