PLAYING TIJUANA BRASS AS LOUDLY AS I CAN
IN HONOR OF OUR SOMETIMES CROSS-EYED, LONG GONE OL’ MAN
HERE’S TO THE “HARKS!” THE OCCASIONAL EYAH,
ALL THE LOVELY FLOWERS FROM HAWAI-YAH
CHEAP RED WINE; FRESH, HOT BREAD
ARM WRESTLING NIGHTS WITH STEVE AND WITH TED
WINNING KITES MADE WITH BOB
SLURPY DINNERS WITH CORN ON THE COB
ERIC ON HIS SHOULDERS AS THEY “WALKED THE RANCH,”
LOUD, LOUD MUSIC THAT MADE US ALL DANCE
LOUD GUITAR STRUMMIN’,
MOM ALWAYS HUMMIN’
TOUGH AS NUTS, BUT A SOFT OL’ TOUCH
WE COULD MAKE HIM MAD, BUT NOT TOO MUCH
AS ONE OF HIS GIRLS, ROX, MAG, RUTH
I’LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH
HE WAS PRETTY DAMNED COOL
SOMETIMES ACTED THE FOOL
BUT ONLY TO GET US TO STOP OUR MOPING
I’M SURE WE BECAME THE PEOPLE FOR WHICH MOM AND HE WERE HOPING
SO IT’S ALL GOOD
LET’S SHARE SOME GOOD FOOD
AND A LAUGH OR TOO
AND RAISE A GLASS OF HOMBRE
Howling wind strafed the runway, rang the steeple bells, edged into every crease in the glass filled every nose and eyelash with grit. We stood to sing, knelt to pray, and pounded our breasts when the communion bells rang. How our heads ached.
Santa came while we were out.
50 word story 6/16/17
before the traffic…
before even the neighborhood dogs were out snuffling in their yards,
I hit the open space…
all the birds were in diversionary action mode…
robins, running ahead of me, away from their nests…
red finches flitting from tall grass to tall grass…
no coyotes, though, too late in the morning for them, I imagine. The sun had been up at least half an hour.
The grass in the gulch is not yet high enough to mow;
the willows promise to be full and greedy all summer long…
cattails just greening up…
and Emil Catt has begun a new habit of slurping his morning drink of water from the day lilies, coming back into the house soaking wet, and leaving paw prints on the new wood floor in the kitchen…
and now it’s 8:15
so the day’s work must begin
the luxury of a slow morning
packed up until tomorrow…
I could not find you today, James.
Too many flags. Too many headstones. Too many names.
I thought I would never forget just where they placed you.
Near the flag pole above the lake, with all proper ado,
Among others from the Gulf and other wars
With a view of the beautiful, wide outdoors
You were, and are loved, my dear young friend;
You worked hard to make good, then went ’round the bend.
You died much too early at your very own hand
in a blast to your head from your pistol; a broken man,
while your bitch of a wife stood yelling how unfair you were to her.
You went to war, but it was always, always all about her.
I could go on…
but I really only wanted to say I couldn’t find you today,
but I looked… I looked… and I still pray
for the repose of your soul, that your heart has healed;
the full purpose of your life finally revealed.
Some say suicide is a coward’s way out,
but knowing you, I have no doubt
it was your perfect solution for all your pain.
I cannot find fault in your accurate aim,
though I selfishly wish you’d missed.
Peace be with you, James Edmond, USAF
Damn, it’s a beautiful day!
Cloudless crystal blue skies and crisp, cool air
Lush green lawns soaking up what’s left of the snow
Pretty young woman swinging in her polka dot dress along South Broadway
Chickadees, robins, and doves noising up the trees
White capped mountains calling “get your *ss up here!”
Harmonizing with ol’ John Denver singing and strumming on the CD
Life is GOOD!
Life is good…
yes, it is
Have you noticed the similarity of words used to describe a swamp?
Sog, bog, slog…
My shoes grew soggy as I slogged through the bog in the open space.
Muck, suck, duck…
The duck was sucked into the muck before he knew what was happening
I’ll have to keep working on this one..
Today we will gather
to bid B adieu
though he will remain
on our minds, hearts
in every day things;
quick silly family stories,
tears as we drive,
dinners he would like,
holidays he will miss,
graduations, weddings, birthdays, breakfast,
big moments, small things,
private moments at home.
God bless my family,
my daughter, my grands.
Help them always remember
the best of him,
their husband, their dad.
May they live fully
without long held sorrow,
May joy, laughter, smiles
shine through their days,
and may they remember
how he loved them,
and they loved him.
on looking out back at my two Adirondack chairs…
There is a famed poet named Billy
who writes lovely poems, some quite silly.
But silly or not,
He gives them much thought.
No word is writ willy-nilly