Siouxsie and NaNoWriMo 16.04

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This sample is from November 3. I wanted to get into the Cold Canada interviews right away as I’ve found those to be the most productive in my work last year. Each is like a mini-novel as I develop back stories for the missing children and their families. 12-flag2

David Morrison lived a mile or so north of St. Peter’s in a wooded area. The dirt road to his house wound around a pond in such a way that the house was revealed, Dan didn’t think was accidental. If it had been a plain bungalow he might not have thought so. The house was a perfect pyramid with a deck along all four sides of the base. Each face of the pyramid had its own entrance way set inside a triangle that was also perfect. Each entrance was was roofed with solar panels. The top third of the house was glass. Around the house were random domed sheds. Some fully covered. Two larger ones that were clearly seen houses.

“Wow!” Dan had never seen a house like it before.

“Amazing.”

“Not quite what I thought when I first saw it.”

Stephanie parked the car by a domed shed to the left of the house. “I thought how much weed is that man smokin’.”

The remote truck was already there. A tall thin man came out of the back of the truck to greet him.

“You must be Dan James.” he shook Dan’s hand.

“David Morrison. You guys are certainly well equipped. State of the art two years ago. Get Q to invest in the s image processors.”

“Uh … I’ll do that.” Stephanie said.

Dan knew from the bio information Morrison was nearing 80 but he looked like he was in his 50’s.

“I’ve been reading your Cabot Trail book” Dan said.

“Thanks son. I had to do something to keep up with my sons.”

“This is some house.” Dan said as they walked up the steps to the porch.

“Thanks. I’d say I designed it myself but I think the Egyptian influences are hard to miss.” He laughed. “It didn’t start out this large when I moved here in 66. Followed some draft-dodger pals of mine who wanted to get back to the land.”

“That was a big thing then wasn’t it.” Dan said.

“Oh yeah. We were dreamers who woke up hard. I stayed. They went back when their folks cut off their credit cards. I had no folks to speak of so I stayed.”

He lead them around to what Dan supposed was the back of the house. The entrance here lead to a kitchen. The crew was set there for interview.

“When did you expand to this?” Dan asked.

“Started it while Rose was pregnant with Paula. Was doing a lot of the carpentry myself. I came with a real construction background, unlike my buddies who came with dreams. Since then I’ve become a master carpenter, electrician.”

“And published writer.” Stephanie added.

“You aren’t here to talk about me.”

“No” Dan said. “Though this house deserves a show of its own.”

“It has in fact. H&G Canada were here two years ago. I wasn’t so keen myself but anything that brings people to Cape Breton is a good thing. That host, what’s his name …. nope escapes me now … was more interested in his camera time.”

“You ready to start?” Stephanie asked.

“Sure.” Dan took a deep breath to relax while his face was made right for the camera. He still wasn’t used to being fussed over in this way.

“We’ll start in here.” Steph walked into the living room. “We can make the most of this amazing light.”

The light from the glass roof was almost spectral thanks to the fog that hadn’t dissipated yet.

“We’ll start the camera looking directly up to the peak while you three are talking. [work in Jen, the Psychic more]. Is that enough light for you Phil?”

“It’ll be fine.” Phil muttered.

“I’m here in Cape Breton.” Dan began. “On Cape Breton Island with David Morrison. Father of the missing child Paula Morrison. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us.”

“I can’t say that it’s my pleasure, Dan, but I am happy to see that someone is taking an interest in this case.”

“I’d like to start by asking you if you remember anything about that day.” Dan knew the key to getting the details they needed was a good start.

“First I’d like you to tell me what you see in these pictures. I have never shown them to anyone. Not even my sons.”

He put four photos on the coffee table between them.

“Polaroids.” Dan said immediately. “We’ll need gloves to handle them though. As they age the surface gets more delicate, subject to cracking.”

One of the crew handed him and Jen pairs of thin rubber gloves. While he was putting them on the camera man moved behind him and over his shoulder to allow the viewers his point of view.

Dan leaned over the pictures without touching them.

“They are all of the same girl. This is Paula.” he moved one into a better light. “I recognize her from the police file photos.” The four picture were progressively closer to her, with changes in angle. “She was showing off this outfit I’d say, or maybe it was the haircut.”

“Both.” David said.

“She doesn’t seem too thrilled by one of them.”

“Or perhaps by how someone was reacting to them?” Jen said.

“Bingo.” David said.

“These were taken shortly before she went missing.” Jen said.

“Right again!”

“She seems a bit young to be a fan of Siouxsie and the Banshees.” Dan said.

“You have done your homework.” David sat back. “I don’t think I told the investigators that at the time. How …”

“Eye shadow, haircut very early Goth look. Siouxsie was one of the first Goth bands to make it big.” Dan said. “Hair and makeup do not go with what she’s wearing though. Suggests conflict.”

“Rose didn’t approve at all. Thought it was too morbid for a girl that age.”

“And you?” Jen asked.

“Personally I was happy she didn’t go the Madonna route. These were taken the day before she was abducted.” He said abducted with conviction.

“There’s some doubt about that?” Dan asked.

“At first no one was willing to connect her with the others. Though even we didn’t realize there had been as many as you’ve brought to light.”

“Willing?” Dan asked.

“Paula had a history of … I don’t to call it running away … but when she got upset she’d take off to her cousin’s in Whycocomagh.”

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Emotional Accessibility

On a recent podcast Cripples in da Club, Andrew Gurza talks about physical & emotional accessibility issues that he hits, repeatedly, when planning to go to any of the queer dance spots. His being directed the a sketchy laneway entrance as the accessibility portal, rather than easy front door entrance, made me think of the decades in which most gay men preferred the secrecy the dark laneway entrance offered.28-greencouch-02

There were some gay bars in TO that could only be entered through the back door (I’m not going to make jokes about gay men & rear entrances). At this time of year (Halloween) it was the only way to get to some bars without your costume being egged or harassed by offended guardians of public morals. Now Church street is blocked off to allow for fun fun fun when in heels & wigs for Halloween.

I recall those squeezed tight nights at the Barn – circulation around the dance floor was impossible once the place was packed. Rubbing against guys wasn’t unpleasant but there was alway someone who told you to get the fuck out of their face. Washrooms? Forget it. The floors were too slippery to risk. I dread the notion of trying get around with any mobility device. 28-greencouch-01

 

On top of which there was, at one time, license issues in bars with more than one story – drinks bought one level couldn’t legally be taken to another as the stairs weren’t included in the license.

Those stairs were often so narrow, or crowded your shoulder pads would be in the way. I was always grateful not be a drunk trying to get up or down those stairs. There was usually no place to put your drink down if you wanted to dance. Luckily everyone adored getting beer slopped on them or picking up their drink, if they had a spot to put it down, to find cigarettes put out in it (laws have changed that).

I’ve never found a club emotional inviting – staff was attentive if you had the right drugs or good tips. Guys drunk, stoned or looking to be drunk, stoned are never emotionally accessible & often not even sexually available until they are too blasted to enjoy it anyway. 28-greentank-03

The only time I’ve been told to leave a club was when I wasn’t drinking enough – I had a soft drink I was sipping & when it wasn’t gone after an hour the waiter asked if I was ready for another & when I said no; he said, if you don’t order I’ll have to ask you leave. I left. He walked me to the coat check to make sure this unwanted, sober guy left their fine establishment. At another club I was informed that if I didn’t order alcohol (as opposed to a soft drink) I’d have to pay a $20 cover charge. I left.

I gave up on clubs as a way to socialize, to meet guys (hot or otherwise) – these are money making enterprises & the bottom line is their prime concern. Pay the rent comes first, even before pay the staff 😉 I did go out to dance not to get lucky. Even that lost its appeal to me. I didn’t like getting home late at night, smelling of booze & cigarette smoke.28-greenwall-04I empathize with Andrew’s gripes with the club scene & I suspect this is true around the world. Thanks to www meeting guys has become easier – the same ones who were jerks in bars are still jerks on line – but at least on line they aren’t going to slop beer on me.

 

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Support Hoes

just because I’m not with you

doesn’t mean I against you

I’m not taking sides

I’m not standing in your way

my indifference

can’t be built on

don’t let that deter you

you can build

you can move forward

you don’t need my permission or support

I’m not a viper in your breast

 

that’s me on the sidewalk

the white entitled cismale

who doesn’t even have to count

on those factors

as long as others take them

into consideration

I don’t have to do anything to re-enforce

those inherent historic qualities

they are merely there

 

don’t allow your judgements

of what is merely there

keep you from anything

I’m not you

not with you

not against you

no one needs my acknowledgement

my sympathy

any actions of direct support

to make changes

that need to be made

I don’t have the power

the strength

the moral commitment

to either cause or resist

 

I’ll stand back

keep out of your way

and when you are done

I’ll buy a coffee

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December – Thursday Dec 1st – Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.divine

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

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Early 2017:

my first local feature in over a year: location date TBA

it came in

April season 3 FINALS – Friday April 15th Buddies in Bad Times – early show – 7pm startgames

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

June 2-4: attending: Capturing Fire 2017 –

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check out these poets from Capturing Fire 2015: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCx5KD1eDccdjdTdQ28kZRNg

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#JuryDuty Calls 2

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The introductory video to jury duty on day one represented this as a profound learning experience participating in the judicial system – by day 4 it was more a profound reading experience – that’s right reading & some listening. Thank God for my Kindle & iPod – time doesn’t exactly fly but it passes quickly enough. With Nanowrimo approaching I had hoped to do some work on that but the only writing I felt inspired to do was blogs about jury duty 🙂

By day four I’d developed a holding pattern: recovery talk & then mediation music from transit. Always changed at St. George but got off at a different south station each day for some walking & ‘fresh’ scenery, a different Starbucks each morning too. The same variables. Arrived at the juror lounge around 9 a.m. Sit int he same spot, next to the same fellow waiter – exchange pleasantries then disappear into my book & music.20jury02

I don’t read & listen non-stop though. I give my ears & eyes breaks as I take a walk around, hit the washroom, fill my travel mug with water, snack on an energy bar. I make sure I move around every hour. If we don’t get called for jury selection we are dismissed around 1 p.m. each day. I guess no new jury needed trials start after lunch.

20jury03Much like airport waiting I’m struck by how plugged in nearly everyone is – I doubt if anyone there didn’t have a cell phone. People checking phones, playing smart phone games, tablets, eBooks, laptops. Though there were some who actually conversed face-to-face, taking pauses to check their cell phones. I must admit I did text a couple of guys to distract myself with the anticipation of their replies.20jury04On day four my favourite eye-candy was a no show 😦 Such was my bitterness with the judicial process. A bitterness that was tempered when we were excused for the day by 11:45 & at the same time told that our obligation had been fulfilled & there was no need to return Friday. Next call to serve will be in three years. I can wait.

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Jury Duty Calls

Me up at 5 a.m. & not leaving the country! Q: What could be more alarming? A: Me, deciding the innocence or degree of guilt of the accused – that’s right I was summoned for jury duty. The original summons was for June but I was in DC so I had it deferred to October.18jury01

The day 1 call was for 8:30 – not trusting TTC I left home by 7:30 & arrived in time at the lounge/holding tank. Prospective jurors are sorted into colours: blue, green, red, purple – I was the green group so there’ll be no colour purple jokes. Each group was at least 100 people. It reminded of the pharmaceutical drug research I used to do – bag search on entry, sitting & waiting to be called – at least here there would be no blood draws to deal with.

The chairs were comfy, mens room large & clean, an onsite cafe (for morning coffee) & it was reasonably priced. There was an abundance of eye candy to rest my vision when I tired of reading. There is nothing more relaxing than a well tailored blue shirt snuggly fitted over a man’s pecs & biceps. The prospective jurors were a true cross-section of Toronto – all ages, genders, physiques, races, nationalities.18jury02

After a video explanation & then more details by the head clerk (titles were rarely given ?) those who wanted deferral were dealt with – that eliminated a 100 or more of the pool. More waiting. I had lot son my Kindle to read & 7 days of non-stop music, should I need it. I had my laptop as well but opted to do this without internet access.

The Green group was called up for a trial – the counsels would select from our pool. Our juror #s were picked at random. The judge spoke to each individually, some were excused with cause. The prospective juror looked the accused in the eye. Then the attorney’s either accepted or challenged the prospect. No reasons for either were given. My # wasn’t even close to being called – just like lotto max. Those excused or challenge at the trial were returned to the juror pool – they are still eligible for another trial & still have to do the 5 days.18jury03

Lunch break & took some photos. Back the holding tank for more sitting. We were released for the day by 4:15.

Day 2 we didn’t have to return until 9:30. Transit was hell sauna on wheels. I needed another shower by the time I got off at St. George. Walked down from Queen’s Park Station to get some fresh air. Another morning of waiting. Two other of the groups called call up. Then at 1:15 we were released for the day – juries were needed but we were due back the next day.18jury04

 

As a civic duty this isn’t too taxing, merely boring. I’m one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to deal with employers, new borns or health issues to be there.

 

 

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#this

Another of the 48 Laws of Power by Robert Green as a writing prompt.

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Law 39: Stir Up Waters to Catch Fish

#mylifematters

I was going to go with

#thislifematters

but #this was too impersonal

too ambiguous

it wasn’t the fact of life that matters

but that my life in particular matters

 

what am I trying to do

co-opt a bigger more important movement

coattail on the buzz

it has built

capitalize on their suffering & hard work

just to gain some pitiful attention

am I hoping to create controversy

with this spin

on an already over spun trend

with some snide spin of my own

because I think #myspinmatters

when its clear that it doesn’t

mean shit to a tree

 

I’m just another privileged guy

whose life

whose opinion

doesn’t matter

who doesn’t have a hope in hell

of stirring up anything

outside of his own little pond

so I guess

until I have something profound to say

and the money to back it up

#mylifedoesn’tmatter

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Brahms

For many years I had a sprinkling of Brahms in my collection – the Hungarian dances, a couple of the Symphonies, the piano sonatas. Some were lp to cd transfers. I decided it was time to fill in the blanks, as it were to get all the symphonies & up grade the the sonatas to ‘crisper’ versions. The lps transfers retain that needle on wax sound, which is some cases in fine, but here I wanted a cleaner sound.26glassdoor03So I did a look on iTunes & found, as a reasonable price, the complete Brahms – by complete I mean everything! All the choral music – there is untold quantities of that alone. Plus all the solo piano music, symphonies, concertos, lieder, dances & oh my. I went from a few hours of Brahms to endless days. 26glassdoor04These are spread over seven mp3 collections. Each grouped around a particular set: i.e. one with all the symphonies then choral music added to fill things out. I like choral music but only so much at a time 🙂 Plus a stand alone of the Hungarian Dances.26greendoor01Where to begin? Let’s start by saying here’s more to his compositions than a lullaby 🙂 The piano music is romantic, the symphonies are profoundly spiritual & emotionally resonant without the over-wroughtness of his piano music. The choral music is sweet, some light some religious & relaxing in small doses, sleep inducing in large doses. 26whitedoor02I would recommend the Symphonies & the piano music to anyone looking for accessible classical music but the complete work isn’t for causal listeners who are satisfied with a lullaby or two but for fanatics like me.

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The Falfa Sutras

101: As the sun crests the first morning after the autumn moon, seeds shall be carried to the altar of Gl’nth for sacrifice and purification.

102: A time will come when there is no time. Be not afraid but use this opportunity to reflect on the small things that bring the great joy. Do not left grief entrap you with it disguises of futility or hopelessness.

103: Spring brings the promise of new crops. Only sow the seeds if they have be blessed by the grace of all present. The hum shall not spare them from the Knot.

104: Keep the way clear between the pagodas. Nothing is more disruptive than something out of place on these important paths. Also with the paths of one’s thinking, they must be kept clear of all distractions or the shining hope of falfa shall not be planted deep enough.

105: With the coming of rain let there be rejoicing.

106: Once an ac’lyte reaches the twenty-first year within the tempered walls of our blessing they shall be brought forth for the ceremony of cleansing, all that remains of their pasts shall be stripped away so they can be fresh and innocent for the future.

107: Those that teach the ac’lytes will not fill the role of any other than that role.

108: Memory of the past is unwelcome, a distraction, not that one forgets the wheel but its history is not relevant to the moment. Stay in the moment and life will be reborn as the falfa is reborn each spring.

109: The flame that burns brightest often causes more harm than cure.

110: When night is darkest is when the mind is brightest.

111: The outsider has no place on the inside. If the walls have been breached the sacred power of falfa must be purified by sacrifice and cleansing.

112: The secrets that remain must remain secrets. He who allows his mind to dwell on them has put distractions into his own path. Keep the mind clear so the falfa may remain pure and strong.

113: The hum of time will always be heard when it needs to be heard. The join of hands allows the hum to reach the roots that grow and with that growth the future will continue. Without it the hum is a hollow vessel that fills no heart.

114: Find the silent spot for reflection. There is a time for this silence and the wonder of it that with silence it the hum cannot be heard.

115: The hearts that falfa binds cannot be cut asunder, cannot be blocked by image seeds nor threatened by any distractions. Those that try will find their own roots weakened in the attempt. Purity can rediscovered only through the grace of time.soon

 

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November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo

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December – Thursday Dec 1st – Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.divine

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

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Early 2017:

my first local feature in over a year: location date TBA

it came in

April season 3 FINALS – Friday April 15th Buddies in Bad Times – early show – 7pm startgames

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

June 2-4: attending: Capturing Fire 2017 –

newcap

https://capfireslam.org

check out these poets from Capturing Fire 2015: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCx5KD1eDccdjdTdQ28kZRNg

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Aw Shucks

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Aw Shucks

it wasn’t as if I did it on purpose

I wasn’t looking to out do anyone

except perhaps myself

what’s the point being accomplished

if you have to always be mindful

of those who hold power over you

who become so defensive

that anyone else’s accomplishments

are threats

it wasn’t as if I did it on purpose

I just didn’t know well enough

to to keep that to myself

I should have said

‘aw shucks

I’m still catching up to you’

or

‘I owe it all to others –

gifted teachers

result in good students’

nope I had to say

‘thanks

I’m amazed at myself too’

I didn’t reflect light back on them

my bad

them resentful

wielding their influence

to keep me in my place

to teach me a lesson

that no matter how good I think I am

how good they say I am

I am nothing

until they say so

and they never say

I outshine them21blackchair02This first prompt took three tries before I felt I’d dealt with it sufficiently. Because it was the first one I also wanted to get used to applying these business concepts to non-business. I don’t think any of the three is a great success because I don’t mind outshining if that should or even happens.21blackchair01So the semi-apologetic stance in each of them lacks conviction. That stance comes from the need to appear humble – for some reason to appear confidence, self-assured & aware comes cross to many as arrogance & egotism. Humble is seen as being more authentic than confidence is.21woodchair03In reading this attempt it also reflects my impatience with TV ‘reality’ competition shows in which the contestants are always striving to make their families proud, competing for their spouses – rarely does anyone say I want to win because I am the best. Winning for the sake of winning just isn’t humble – it has to be for the memory of your dad who recently died of cancer.21woodchair04There’s also a sense of how much credit do you give others – as in using these Laws as prompts – I’m sure grateful for Green for putting this list together – do I have to reach back to acknowledge Machiavelli too? Because these owe a lot to that history  – where does Shakespeare come in for his bow (that is if he’s responsible for his works). Everything comes from somewhere – this is my take (or mis-take) on things & ultimately can be credited only to my brain cells firing at a given time & place.  Ah shucks t’wern’t nothin’.soon

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October  6 – Thursday Toronto, 7:30 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.hotoct

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November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo

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December – Thursday Dec 1st – Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.divine

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

6DC0301

Early 2017:

my first local feature in over a year: location date TBA

it came in

April season 3 FINALS – Friday April 15th Buddies in Bad Times – early show – 7pm startgames

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

June 2-4: attending: Capturing Fire 2017 –

newcap

https://capfireslam.org

check out these poets from Capturing Fire 2015: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCx5KD1eDccdjdTdQ28kZRNg

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It’s About Time

Another of the 48 Laws of Power by Robert Green as a writing prompt.

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Law 35: Master the Art of Timing

call back later

not now

soon

another day

eventually

not this morning

just a second

don’t wait up for me

it’ll be worth the wait

antic-i-pation

don’t be late

night time is the right time

off-the-clock

the waiting game

when the stars align

premature

past due

on the dot

a watched pot

it’s over when it’s over

hold your horses

what’s your hurry

it’s about time

it’s now or never

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Thirteenth Superstition

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For the summer I’m going back to the series of pieces mythologizing my growing up in Cape Breton. Check the Village Stories page http://wp.me/P1RtxU-1fT for links previous pieces in this series posted in July/August 2014, July/August 2015

Thirteenth Superstition

although it was never spoken

our village was ruled by superstition

(1) one couldn’t walk across the street

without making the sign

of the moose for protection

(2) to leave the house

without a pinch of ground smelt bones

was unthinkable

and when I came to the big city

I was stunned by the lack of spirituality

as people rushed from place to place

without thought or a care

some of the village rituals I didn’t miss

it was sweet not to have to worry about

(3) the caking of moose blood in my hair

to show my willingness to suffer before God

not having to scrub that congealed mass

out of my hair

was a great relief

but (4) I still found myself rubbing the robin’s breast

(5) by my front door every time I left my condo

so that I could fly safely through the day

there was no place in the big city

to keep a supply of (6) ground moose

or (7) smelt bones

and the recent laws against hazardous waste

has made it impossible for my family to keep shipping it to me

(8) I do miss the nightly visits

to the (9) darkened strip bars

where we would be forced

to accept our blindness in the face of pleasure

and waking up in the morning

without hearing the faint trilling of the choir

leaves me nostalgic

for my days at the cathedral (10) singing scales

while (11) scaling the 10001 stairs up and down

to get to choir practice

after (12) touching the wounded moose

standing guard over

the figure of (13) our wounded redeemer

I can sing those songs

in my own private shower

but they don’t sound as full

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I don’t have much nostalgia for Caper Breton. On my visits I’ve taken pictures of house our family lived in, met old friends. dined at those restaurants that remain but I didn’t feel a sense of wistfulness about any of it. I don’t tear up when I hear down east fiddle music.24blue02In this piece I indulge in some of sentimentality. The nature of superstition & how it shapes & haunts us fascinates me. Myth permeates and goes unquestioned by the subconscious. I echo some of those automatic actions – I still see people cross themselves when they pass a catholic church or are about to do something that calls on inner reserves – like going on stage to slam. A simple hand gesture they may even be unaware of. 24blue01The sign of the moose – I have no real idea of what that might be but it is similar in some way to the sign of the cross. The ashes, the Hindu spot, become the smearing of moose blood. The Jewish Mezuzah becomes the robin’s breast – flying safely through he day is sweet & almost rational.24blue04

I never did sing in a choir, auditioned once but was unable to understand the note. Music, though, holds strong memories for me. There are still songs that can bring back moments of my east coast life. Baby Love by the Supreme’s puts me right back to listening the radio in my room trying to do homework; Santana’s Abraxas lp always gives me a sweet LSD shiver.

But nothing makes me long for those days, not the way my hero does.soon

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September 1-4: attending FanExpo 2016 (I’ve already registered)

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https://www.facebook.com/fanexpocanada/?fref=ts

October  6 – Thursday Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.

et

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo

nanobullseye

http://nanowrimo.org/

December – Thursday Dec 1st – Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.divine

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

6DC0301

April season 3 FINALS – Friday April 15th Buddies in Bad Times – early show – 7pm startgames

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

June 2-4: attending: Capturing Fire 2017 –

newcap

https://capfireslam.org

check out these poets from Capturing Fire 2015: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCx5KD1eDccdjdTdQ28kZRNg

money

Hey! Now you can give me $$$ to defray blog fees & buy coffee in Washington – sweet,eh? paypal.me/TOpoet

Like my pictures? I post lots on Tumblr

blueball

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Heat

20sunnysky01It’s not the heat it’s the humiliation. I overheard someone on a cafe patio say “I’ve been prostate with the heat this summer.” I feel pretty sure he meant prostrate which means “overcome or helpless” as opposed to prostate which is a gland hidden safely up one’s ass. Though I do have to be prostrate to really enjoy the heat of that gland. But feeling that heat is not humiliating.20sunnysky02What is humbling about this summer’s relentless sun has been the need for sunblock. I’ve general wear 100 but some days I bump that to 110. I’m not going to get into any discussion about the effectiveness of sunblocks but trust me when I tell you I burn easily with anything less than that unless I carry a tube to constantly reapply – which is too much work – you know how many table napkins it takes to degrease one’s hands? 20sunnypark03If you run into me & think I’m looking rather pale – it’s my sunblock not my natural pasty white skin tone. I’d rather look pale than deal with skin cancer. A proper coating is good for about 90 minutes in the sun before it starts to sweat off. The next level up will be clown white 🙂20sunnypark04I’ve also added a sunblock neck & ear cover which I adapted from a baby carriage net made of a uv rated sunblock fabric. I doubled it & then added yet another middle layer of handkerchief. I can take it on & off as needed. It fits under my hat & gives me a rather desert rat look, flowing over the ears neck & shoulders. When it catches in the wind feels like having long flowing hair. The next step up would be one of those bee-keepers hats with full around the head coverage but I suspect that would be too suffocating & even more ‘odd’ for street wear. Too ‘odd’ for me.samp01

Motel Still Life (San Francisco)

the constant slur of traffic

on the overpass by the motel

hot sunny afternoon

dusty breeze seeping under the door

fried corn-bread tingles the air

 

the king size bed

hiding us naked on top of the covers

too hot for the heat of the moment

glancing at the mirror

wondering should the lights be out

was it too bright for either of us

strangers

touching for an hour or so

shower drip

music on the laptop blurs car slur

 

another twilight sprawled

alone on the same bed

arms and legs stretched

so skin can breath in the humid air

a scrape of suitcase wheels

along walk from room to room

doors open close sirens tvs

shouting get the fuck over here

you stupid asshole

the sound of night clawing to a close

half asleep from the

barrage blur of tourist delights

 

phone rings on his way over

he comes

I come he goes I sleep

soon

cover170x170-1on going 🙂 when new podcast are posted:  Deliciously iTunes

September 1-4: attending FanExpo 2016 (I’ve already registered)

expo16

https://www.facebook.com/fanexpocanada/?fref=ts

October  6 – Thursday Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.

et

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo

nanobullseye

http://nanowrimo.org/

December – Thursday Dec 1st – Toronto, 8 pm, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander St.divine

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

6DC0301

April season 3 FINALS – Friday April 15th Buddies in Bad Times – early show – 7pm startgames

http://www.queerslam.com/season-3-dates.html

June 2-4: attending: Capturing Fire 2017 –

newcap

https://capfireslam.org

check out these poets from Capturing Fire 2015: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCx5KD1eDccdjdTdQ28kZRNg

money

Hey! Now you can give me $$$ to defray blog fees & buy coffee in Washington – sweet,eh? paypal.me/TOpoet

Like my pictures? I post lots on Tumblr

sky02

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/topoet