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We hiked over my limit I think

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Reading is Fun

Laughing is Fun

Smiling is Fun

Silence is Fun

Awkwardness can be Fun

We all want life to

Be a simple

Handshake with the world


I am here

I have time

I am ready

Are you Ready


To Smile

To have fun

To be yourself





reins, Poetry

The Eugene-Gate Files: A Dream Sequence

No Comments 01 September 2015

We rented a rundown banquet hall on the other side of town for my farewell party and made it on a Monday from 2- 3:15pm in hopes that nobody would show up.  Just in case I sent my stand in.

I was in the back alley behind the Family Dollar enjoying a case of Stroh’s with Randy; the one arm pretend Vet that’s been in every branch of the military and been in every war from the crusades to the gulf conflict when he retired citing irreconcilable differences.  That’s when I got the call of a lifetime.

My neighbors, Anthony and Allie, bought me a stretch limo for my drive West.  They thought it would allow me to bring more of the sentimental items I love so much.  They couldn’t have been more right; I crammed the shit out of the limo.  Another surprise was they equipped it with a GPS attached to a Web link so everyone could see where I had been.  The best part was I could log in and drop pins to let people know the places that I stopped, what I did while I was there and what I didn’t like about it.  If it wasn’t for my fear of losing moisture I would have shed a tear.  Besides my hickory handle hatchet it was the best gift I’ve ever been given.

The trip was going great.  I stopped at the glass museum in Corning, NY and the spoon factory just outside of Dayton, OH.  As I crossed the Iowa border into the picturesque backdrop of Nebraska I noticed a car speeding up behind me.  It soon crossed the double yellow lines and pulled up next to me.  It was Anthony and Allie and they had diabolical looks on their faces.  Allie pulled out what looked like a controller for a remote car.  When she started fidgeting with it my limo started shrinking.

Before I knew it I was wedged between the steering wheel and all of my sentimentals.  The limo was now smaller than a Smart car and Allie had it spinning out of control.  When it crashed into the corn stalks there was a Michael Bay-like explosion and I was burning inside the condensed limo.  It was then that I woke up and looked around.

Everybody Loves Raymond was on and I couldn’t have been more thankful to not be in Nebraska.  I ate another slice of pizza, finished my Dr Pepper and went back to sleep.

reins, Poetry

A Glimmer of Light Through the Black Sun

No Comments 01 September 2015

Devastation can lead to triumph
Bad intentions, good intentions, no intentions
Can all lead down a dark road if not carefully monitored
It’s what is done when the road is at its darkest that makes the difference
Hopefully someone or something will provide a pinhole of light so the next step can be found
Hopefully that pinhole opens up to deep blue skies
And the road is easier to navigate
Not without time and effort




Wednesday Poem of the Week: Pain and Stretching by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 04 June 2015


Pain and Stretching by T.W. Snicket

As the back goes so does the brain
If you could deal with pain
with no precautions
well then what
pull your eyeball out and look at it with the other
decide you do not need those toes

Pain makes us
Pain is sometimes a simple walk
other times a broken heart
Pain is missing a girl who
Maybe does not exist any more
Pain is thinking that is true
Truth is pain can be a hard pill
Truth is pain can mean a trip to your Old Doc
Or Shrink
Sometimes it can be the same affliction.

Maybe stretching  is the key.
I am hearing that.

We do all technically stretch. During this life we’ve grown up and down.
From nothing to life to work.

Fuck that word. Work
Sorry. I got off my train of thought.

Ya that is it
Stretching is living
Stretching is life

And it is a beautiful and sometimes
hard to deal with situation

But maybe
and just maybe
We need to stretch ourselves again

Our imaginations, our dreams, our goals, our PHILOSOPHY

Thompson, Hunter S.

These men had ideas on how to live.  Not how to live in the world
that you just so happen to be in.  But your own

Living in your own world.
Deliberation must be had
And after said deliberation

Maybe those Conclusions have to do with your current, past, or unknowable future

Maybe I did not deliberate enough tonight
and just maybe

Just Maybe
It is a Johnnie Walker Black Night.

The Written Word, Poetry

Tent in Process

No Comments 21 May 2015

That’s obviously a woodpecker in the distance
More closely, I have no idea what kinds of birds I’m listening to but they’re loud and they’re fond of today’s sunrise.
As I walk it is evident that black flies will accompany me on my travels
A constant battle of me versus them which was getting old, especially with the terrain involved.
As the summit approaches the slight wind to the east keeps the swarms away and allows for a peaceful beer.
The descent begins and the amount of hatched larvae this season starts rearing its ugly head.
Fuck these little fuckers.
The trail down was dry…and great because dry means fast.
The only downside was hoards of agitated flies
It wasn’t until I was driving home that I realized how many  bugs had taken liberties with me.
With each scratch I’m reliving the glory of every step.
Give me as many bug filled miles as you can dream up and I’ll check them out.
Thank you


Wednesday Poem of the Week: The Dance by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 11 March 2015


The Dance by T.W. Snicket

Grounded but

the movement is


She drinks like

a sailor

but holds it together well

She may be doing Cocaine

She may be Bipolar

But tonight

She is a Star


Wednesday Poem of the Week: A night in Jackson Hole by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 25 February 2015

jackson hole

A night in Jackson Hole by T.W. Snicket

Singing Whistling
doing drugs
She might very well be my next
Ex Wife
Smells great but I can Not
Put my finger on the
Wow is she making me
I need to do something to
Impress her
Quick Tim Grab me that wig


Wednesday Poem of the Week: A Boat by Richard Brautigan

No Comments 11 February 2015



A Boat By Richard Brautigan
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark


Wednesday Poem – Humble Pie a la Mode

No Comments 05 February 2015

Life’s short and hard

Like a body building elf

Marriage, it’s the last thing you have

Until you have nothing

Turn the lights off

Because it will help turn me on

Eat like a god

Drink like a fish

Shhhh, this will only take a minute


7am at Porter Square – by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 18 October 2014


7am at Porter Square by T.W. Snicket

I met a T conductor today
He did not look well
He looked like me
Bagged eyes
Questionable head movements
He was out last night

We made eye contact and knew immediately
we suffered from the same affliction

I ask
Long night my friend
He replies
Too long but it sure was eventful
Where you heading?
Just starting my shift bud

Over the loud speaker we hear
Braintree train is now approaching
Time to back the grind he says
Excuse me
Sorry I meant back to the grind
I hear ya man but don’t stop having that fun.
Fucking Boston man. Great Women.
Oh ya

Where you heading I said again somehow forgetting that I just said these exact words seconds ago?
Back and forth back and forth

My hangover kicks in to full gear during these
minutes of now silent waiting
Back and Forth I think.

As the Red Line to Braintree pulled in
I watched him shake a conductors hand
and get situated in his chair.

I then heard over the loud speaker in a
voice all too familiar.
Next Stop Harvard

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