some decades ago divine providence brought a village
girl into my life . a classic african beauty she was
everywhere we went either hood or westside someone
would ask " dont i know you ? werent you two in that
movie by so and so ? " or someone else would say
" arent you both the back up singers for whats his name ? "
we thought it was very funny . but one day i asked her
how did a schmuck and putz like me get a beautiful girl
like her . she hugged me put her head on my shoulder
and said " shut your mouth ! dont you know the work
of our lord is mysterious ! "
twice a year i let my rear yard run amuck . what ever
wants to grow can grow and what ever chooses to die
may do so . it is a revelation to see and watch grasses
and weeds branches and leaves come and go and birds
of every size and spiders in their webs appear and disappear
once an alley cat left a partially eaten mouse on a concrete
slap . as days and weeks and months went by a parade of
flies ants and things too small to see had their way . its fur
and skin dried then blew away . the bones bleached in the sun
the work of our lord in this world is indeed mysterious
Monday, February 3, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2008
FOUR FLUSHER !
the train leaves martinez on time. six fourty eight.
i take a window seat. within an hour the gentle back
and forth swaying puts me to sleep.
at fresno two young men sit in the opposite seats.
josh introduces himself and his pal jimmie.
they are students at fresno state travelling to watch
the yankees play the angels in anaheim.
both are life long fans from jersey
at hanford i step off to stretch and look around.
it is very hot very humid. next stop corcoran.
there a middle age man gets on. he asks if the seat next
to me is free. i say yes. he sits and places a blackbrief
case in the space between us. " the name's father dan
pleased to meet you ". he is wearing a colorful shirt
father dan opens the case and takes out a bible
a pint flask a deck of cards and sets them on the
center table. he reads a bible passage to himself and
removes the flasks cap " to our health gentlemen ! "
he takes a swig. jimmie and josh look at each other.
father dan says " love the sinner and hate the sin "
i laugh. he recaps the flask puts it back in the case
and says " judge not lest ye be judged "
as the train pulls into wasco father dan smiles " will you
young men humor an old man and play a card game ?"
before we can answer he removes the deck from its box
shuffles it three times and deals us five cards each.
" we'll play four flusher a simple child's game " he says
while arranging his hand and nodding at josh to start
after several rounds there is an announcement
" ladies and gentlement we will be arriving at bakerfields
in thirty minutes. thirty minutes to bakersfield ".
father dan takes his turn and says " young men i am
going tell you a secret ". he smiles and lowers his voice
" gentlemen once you reach fifty years of age
make love to a young woman every full moon "
he takes a photo from his shirt pocket and sets it
on the table. josh picks it up whistles then passes it
to jimmie. father dan says " that's tiffany. i minister
at the prisons. coalinga corcoran wasco. up and down
the valley. but every full moon i'm in bakersfield "
jimmie gives me the picture. she is pretty and blond
and is wearing a short purple skirt and nothing else.
wow ! father dan " she's seventeen. we go walking
in the hills. hold hands. cook food. listen to hank williams.
and fuck and fuck and fuck. but i'm thinking of stopping
until she's eighteen ". jimmie grins
i say " father you've got to kidding. you've already
robbed the bank and now you don't want to spend
the money ! what's up with that ?" father dan slaps
the table and laughs " hey that's a good one !
never looked at it that way. i want to remember that !"
the train begins to slow. there is an annoucement
" ladies and gentlement we are entering bakersfield
station. please check the overhead compartment and
beneath your seat for all baggage. we are now entering
bakersfield station. the last stop "
i look at my cards and take my turn. father dan is next.
he studies his cards for a moment and places them all
on the table. diamonds. eight through four. josh whistles.
father dan smiles broadly leans back in his seat and says
" four flusher !"
i take a window seat. within an hour the gentle back
and forth swaying puts me to sleep.
at fresno two young men sit in the opposite seats.
josh introduces himself and his pal jimmie.
they are students at fresno state travelling to watch
the yankees play the angels in anaheim.
both are life long fans from jersey
at hanford i step off to stretch and look around.
it is very hot very humid. next stop corcoran.
there a middle age man gets on. he asks if the seat next
to me is free. i say yes. he sits and places a blackbrief
case in the space between us. " the name's father dan
pleased to meet you ". he is wearing a colorful shirt
father dan opens the case and takes out a bible
a pint flask a deck of cards and sets them on the
center table. he reads a bible passage to himself and
removes the flasks cap " to our health gentlemen ! "
he takes a swig. jimmie and josh look at each other.
father dan says " love the sinner and hate the sin "
i laugh. he recaps the flask puts it back in the case
and says " judge not lest ye be judged "
as the train pulls into wasco father dan smiles " will you
young men humor an old man and play a card game ?"
before we can answer he removes the deck from its box
shuffles it three times and deals us five cards each.
" we'll play four flusher a simple child's game " he says
while arranging his hand and nodding at josh to start
after several rounds there is an announcement
" ladies and gentlement we will be arriving at bakerfields
in thirty minutes. thirty minutes to bakersfield ".
father dan takes his turn and says " young men i am
going tell you a secret ". he smiles and lowers his voice
" gentlemen once you reach fifty years of age
make love to a young woman every full moon "
he takes a photo from his shirt pocket and sets it
on the table. josh picks it up whistles then passes it
to jimmie. father dan says " that's tiffany. i minister
at the prisons. coalinga corcoran wasco. up and down
the valley. but every full moon i'm in bakersfield "
jimmie gives me the picture. she is pretty and blond
and is wearing a short purple skirt and nothing else.
wow ! father dan " she's seventeen. we go walking
in the hills. hold hands. cook food. listen to hank williams.
and fuck and fuck and fuck. but i'm thinking of stopping
until she's eighteen ". jimmie grins
i say " father you've got to kidding. you've already
robbed the bank and now you don't want to spend
the money ! what's up with that ?" father dan slaps
the table and laughs " hey that's a good one !
never looked at it that way. i want to remember that !"
the train begins to slow. there is an annoucement
" ladies and gentlement we are entering bakersfield
station. please check the overhead compartment and
beneath your seat for all baggage. we are now entering
bakersfield station. the last stop "
i look at my cards and take my turn. father dan is next.
he studies his cards for a moment and places them all
on the table. diamonds. eight through four. josh whistles.
father dan smiles broadly leans back in his seat and says
" four flusher !"
Saturday, August 30, 2008
THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL
i have just returned from a camping trip and
my friend i highly recommend such an excursion.
fresh air is breathed. forest and trees are seen.
wildlife is observed. there were hot springs to soak in
and a swimming pool for splashing about. but very best
of all dear reader there was a wide variety of people
available for social interaction and on my last night
the following occurred :
i spent several hours with dawn a fascinating woman
who has her head in the clouds. while laying on a carpet
of fallen leaves i proved that i am the greatest writer
no one knows and we sang beatles songs and watched
the wind cry mary as it passed above
evening brought thoughts of food and i said lets go to
the kitchen and cook. she agreed. as we entered the
hot springs area dawn met a friend. once introductions
were made i went to prepare dinner. a simple meal of
white rice celery garlic carrots and lots and lots of
olive oil spiced with hot chiles
my prescence in the kitchen caught the attention of
svetlana. a beauty from belarus whose voice reminded
me of natasha from the rocky and bullwinkle show.
i invited her to join me. she accepted. i sat a large plate
on the communal table removed the top from the
cooking pot inverted it over the plate and shook it
the aroma and sight of food brought oohs and aahs
from others at the table. i told them to join us.
havad a lovely armenian woman possessing sad
yet seductive eyes and simon a guy who looks like
peter falk of the colombo teevee show came over
the usual chit chat ensued between mouthfuls of food.
asked what i did for a living i conspiratorially said
i could not tell because its a pop secret. but as
a consolation i offered that in my spare time and to pass
the day i am the greatest writer no one knows
svetlana laughed then asked if i were joking. i replied
that unlike the man who will tell her he is a producer
and can make her a starlet i can prove what i say.
at that moment dawn arrived and joined us. with a
proper audience of three woman and one man
i recited a tale that quite impressed everyone
later svetlana asked my opinion of obama. i put my arm
across her blond hair covered shoulders and said
that after obama is elected all foreigners are going to be
sent out. but i will declare her my mistress and give
her father a federal contract to paint the white house black
i pointed at simon and said since he is as cool a guy
as colombo i would make him our driver and valet and
told him to practice saying " yes sir bossman "
needless to say a very good laugh was had and
the ice was thoroughly broken and evaporated
after eating i suggested we go splash about in the pool.
the lovely havad and beautiful svetlana enthusiastically
agreed. since clothing is entirely optional we tossed
them onto a poolside bench and jumped into the water.
a full moon peeked above the forested hillside and
the night air was warm
first svetlana then havad backstroked to and fro as i
bobbled up and down watching and thinking.
thinking that after a night like this what could be left
in life and that when back home i should get a syringe
full of heroin and say good bye cruel world
why ?
because after the experience i described
nothing remains but the downward spiral
my friend i highly recommend such an excursion.
fresh air is breathed. forest and trees are seen.
wildlife is observed. there were hot springs to soak in
and a swimming pool for splashing about. but very best
of all dear reader there was a wide variety of people
available for social interaction and on my last night
the following occurred :
i spent several hours with dawn a fascinating woman
who has her head in the clouds. while laying on a carpet
of fallen leaves i proved that i am the greatest writer
no one knows and we sang beatles songs and watched
the wind cry mary as it passed above
evening brought thoughts of food and i said lets go to
the kitchen and cook. she agreed. as we entered the
hot springs area dawn met a friend. once introductions
were made i went to prepare dinner. a simple meal of
white rice celery garlic carrots and lots and lots of
olive oil spiced with hot chiles
my prescence in the kitchen caught the attention of
svetlana. a beauty from belarus whose voice reminded
me of natasha from the rocky and bullwinkle show.
i invited her to join me. she accepted. i sat a large plate
on the communal table removed the top from the
cooking pot inverted it over the plate and shook it
the aroma and sight of food brought oohs and aahs
from others at the table. i told them to join us.
havad a lovely armenian woman possessing sad
yet seductive eyes and simon a guy who looks like
peter falk of the colombo teevee show came over
the usual chit chat ensued between mouthfuls of food.
asked what i did for a living i conspiratorially said
i could not tell because its a pop secret. but as
a consolation i offered that in my spare time and to pass
the day i am the greatest writer no one knows
svetlana laughed then asked if i were joking. i replied
that unlike the man who will tell her he is a producer
and can make her a starlet i can prove what i say.
at that moment dawn arrived and joined us. with a
proper audience of three woman and one man
i recited a tale that quite impressed everyone
later svetlana asked my opinion of obama. i put my arm
across her blond hair covered shoulders and said
that after obama is elected all foreigners are going to be
sent out. but i will declare her my mistress and give
her father a federal contract to paint the white house black
i pointed at simon and said since he is as cool a guy
as colombo i would make him our driver and valet and
told him to practice saying " yes sir bossman "
needless to say a very good laugh was had and
the ice was thoroughly broken and evaporated
after eating i suggested we go splash about in the pool.
the lovely havad and beautiful svetlana enthusiastically
agreed. since clothing is entirely optional we tossed
them onto a poolside bench and jumped into the water.
a full moon peeked above the forested hillside and
the night air was warm
first svetlana then havad backstroked to and fro as i
bobbled up and down watching and thinking.
thinking that after a night like this what could be left
in life and that when back home i should get a syringe
full of heroin and say good bye cruel world
why ?
because after the experience i described
nothing remains but the downward spiral
Saturday, September 1, 2007
LIVE NUDE FEMALES
recently i had a chance to frolic among the monied
and educated who subscribe to a newer age.
the opportunity to hike and camp and piss in the
woods like the mighty bear was a perfect antidote
to city living. the resort featured a series of pools
with hot and cold spring water and where clothing
is very optional. it was abound with live nude
females. pleasant. very pleasant indeed
to pass a bit of time away from the pleasing scene
described above i participated in a workshop.
creative writing. the first hour consisted of writing
exercises based on figures of history. i was given
vice president dick cheney. this is what i wrote
MEETING MR CHENEY
an audience was granted and a single question
submitted in advance allowed
i was escorted to and seated in a comfortable
leather armchair. a circular table set with
a pitcher of water and two glasses separated
the vice president and myself. he wore a dark
blue sports jacket with a green golfing shirt.
his hands were folded and upon the table
the vice president leaned forward and said
" so you want to know why we are where we are? "
after pausing to lean a bit closer a slight smile
appeared on his face. " we are here because
there is a nation to maintain at a certain living
standard. a nation of three hundred million
spoiled ingrates who want each and every thing
at a low low price every and each day. that is
the problem and that is why we are where we are
have a pleasant day "
for some moments no one said anything, finally
the instructor said " well, that's a scary thought "
he then called another attendee to recite her piece
and educated who subscribe to a newer age.
the opportunity to hike and camp and piss in the
woods like the mighty bear was a perfect antidote
to city living. the resort featured a series of pools
with hot and cold spring water and where clothing
is very optional. it was abound with live nude
females. pleasant. very pleasant indeed
to pass a bit of time away from the pleasing scene
described above i participated in a workshop.
creative writing. the first hour consisted of writing
exercises based on figures of history. i was given
vice president dick cheney. this is what i wrote
MEETING MR CHENEY
an audience was granted and a single question
submitted in advance allowed
i was escorted to and seated in a comfortable
leather armchair. a circular table set with
a pitcher of water and two glasses separated
the vice president and myself. he wore a dark
blue sports jacket with a green golfing shirt.
his hands were folded and upon the table
the vice president leaned forward and said
" so you want to know why we are where we are? "
after pausing to lean a bit closer a slight smile
appeared on his face. " we are here because
there is a nation to maintain at a certain living
standard. a nation of three hundred million
spoiled ingrates who want each and every thing
at a low low price every and each day. that is
the problem and that is why we are where we are
have a pleasant day "
for some moments no one said anything, finally
the instructor said " well, that's a scary thought "
he then called another attendee to recite her piece
Monday, October 23, 2006
THE GLORY THE POWER
after a lenghty trip by train and bus i finally reached
middletown and made the long walk up to the hill to
wellsville. excitement surged within me like a tonic
what a sense of being free !
i pitched my tent high up in the hills and awoke the
next day to a bountiful view of gods own country
what an incredible sense of life of living of being alive
and a perfect antidote and balm for the city bred
dawn brought sounds of birds singing deer foraging
the gentle tune of trees shaking their leafy crowns
and the sight of heaven changing from morning indigo
to bright sunny sky blue. what a glorious sensation
and beautiful realization of the natural world !
walking the trails clad only in a sarong a warming sun
beams its healing rays and aromatic fragrances from
each and every bark flower and leaf infusing nose lung
and body. i feel as it must have felt playing in the field
of a lord a god and of nature on the first day in eden
in such a scenario of divinity one is overcome to shout
and sing out a song of life among the natural things
" my eyes have seen the glory and the power of the lord "
the glory the power as felt in the secure bosom of harbin
glory glory halleujah !
middletown and made the long walk up to the hill to
wellsville. excitement surged within me like a tonic
what a sense of being free !
i pitched my tent high up in the hills and awoke the
next day to a bountiful view of gods own country
what an incredible sense of life of living of being alive
and a perfect antidote and balm for the city bred
dawn brought sounds of birds singing deer foraging
the gentle tune of trees shaking their leafy crowns
and the sight of heaven changing from morning indigo
to bright sunny sky blue. what a glorious sensation
and beautiful realization of the natural world !
walking the trails clad only in a sarong a warming sun
beams its healing rays and aromatic fragrances from
each and every bark flower and leaf infusing nose lung
and body. i feel as it must have felt playing in the field
of a lord a god and of nature on the first day in eden
in such a scenario of divinity one is overcome to shout
and sing out a song of life among the natural things
" my eyes have seen the glory and the power of the lord "
the glory the power as felt in the secure bosom of harbin
glory glory halleujah !
Saturday, June 18, 2005
STONED SOUL CAMPING
the wife had been bugging me about camping at
harbin hot springs for some time. she's gone there
several times and is quite enthusiastic about the place.
because it involves a very long drive i've always found
an excuse not to go. i finally decided to toss in the towel
and give it a try
in order to make the trip tolerable for me the wifey
suggested making an overnite stop at big sur. sure
why not. after driving for six hours we stopped
at the camp site. it was foggy and a bit chilly but
i was determined to live in the moment and not
complain about anything. unfortunately wifey
the experienced camper was not as committed.
i will omit the details as she was just warming up
the next morning i suggested that wifey eat one of
several hash brownies she baked. i figured it would
keep her pacified until we reached harbin. right ?
wrong ! she threw a couple more minor fits before we
reached camp though i did all the driving ! whatever
after stopping in napa for a wine tasting, we arrived at
harbin mid-afternoon. the area is quite pleasant with hills
forest and even a small river. i felt very relaxed and was
prepared for a nice quiet stay. the wifey had other ideas
completely annoyed with the place i wanted to pitch
the tent she had a total fit. things were tossed about
and thrown around. she then marched off to the hot
springs to center herself
i put up the tent sorted things out and centered
myself with a bowl of humboldt hash. ah nature !
feeling properly centered i enjoyed a leisurely walk
to the hot springs via a hillside trail. along the way
i passed small deer and wild turkeys. very nice
as harbin is clothing optional i experienced another
first. public nudity. the wifey had informed me of
the proper etiquette that is expected and i really
wanted to fit in. but when you suddenly come face
to face with so many young and not so young nude
females well.....
besides the wife was nowhere in sight !
harbin hot springs for some time. she's gone there
several times and is quite enthusiastic about the place.
because it involves a very long drive i've always found
an excuse not to go. i finally decided to toss in the towel
and give it a try
in order to make the trip tolerable for me the wifey
suggested making an overnite stop at big sur. sure
why not. after driving for six hours we stopped
at the camp site. it was foggy and a bit chilly but
i was determined to live in the moment and not
complain about anything. unfortunately wifey
the experienced camper was not as committed.
i will omit the details as she was just warming up
the next morning i suggested that wifey eat one of
several hash brownies she baked. i figured it would
keep her pacified until we reached harbin. right ?
wrong ! she threw a couple more minor fits before we
reached camp though i did all the driving ! whatever
after stopping in napa for a wine tasting, we arrived at
harbin mid-afternoon. the area is quite pleasant with hills
forest and even a small river. i felt very relaxed and was
prepared for a nice quiet stay. the wifey had other ideas
completely annoyed with the place i wanted to pitch
the tent she had a total fit. things were tossed about
and thrown around. she then marched off to the hot
springs to center herself
i put up the tent sorted things out and centered
myself with a bowl of humboldt hash. ah nature !
feeling properly centered i enjoyed a leisurely walk
to the hot springs via a hillside trail. along the way
i passed small deer and wild turkeys. very nice
as harbin is clothing optional i experienced another
first. public nudity. the wifey had informed me of
the proper etiquette that is expected and i really
wanted to fit in. but when you suddenly come face
to face with so many young and not so young nude
females well.....
besides the wife was nowhere in sight !
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