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[normal jean]

Last night, errr, this Am after my last post, I popped in the editor's cut of shawshank redemption and savored every minute. except for the beatings. that is a violent movie with a beautiful ending.

I went to bed, tried to sleep but had a caffeine buzz and decided it was a waste of time, so I stayed up to call hubby before his motel wake up call. But my phone wasn't charged, so I stayed up for nothing.

I hope my neighbor likes zucchini bread, I am out of bananas.

 

[WickedEve]

Last night, errr, this Am after my last post, I popped in the editor's cut of shawshank redemption and savored every minute. except for the beatings. that is a violent movie with a beautiful ending.

I went to bed, tried to sleep but had a caffeine buzz and decided it was a waste of time, so I stayed up to call hubby before his motel wake up call. But my phone wasn't charged, so I stayed up for nothing.

I hope my neighbor likes zucchini bread, I am out of bananas.

Two movies I love, based on Steven King's books, are Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile.

You're not out of bananas. You are bananas--like most of us here.

 

[normal jean]

Two movies I love, based on Steven King's books, are Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile.

You're not out of bananas. You are bananas--like most of us here.

well, I joined NetFlixx and shawshank was first on my list, even though I have seen it several times. I didn't know SK wrote that, I usually avoid his stuff, like IT was disgusting and scared the living hell out of me. I will add Greenmile to my queue.

 

[WickedEve]

well, I joined NetFlixx and shawshank was first on my list, even though I have seen it several times. I didn't know SK wrote that, I usually avoid his stuff, like IT was disgusting and scared the living hell out of me. I will add Greenmile to my queue.

IT? That's the one with the clown who has dental problems and the guy who played John Boy?

 

[Angeline]

well, I joined NetFlixx and shawshank was first on my list, even though I have seen it several times. I didn't know SK wrote that, I usually avoid his stuff, like IT was disgusting and scared the living hell out of me. I will add Greenmile to my queue.

Green Mile is good--you'll love it. And it's not creepy/scary like It. Nothing is scary with John Boy in it lol. Although the only one that really freaked me out is The Shining--the book even more than the film. There's a scene in the book where the little boy gets lost in this snow-covered topiary maze and the animal topiaries start moving around and looking at him. Dunno why but that totally gave me the jimjams.

Did I tell you that I live about a mile from Stephen King? He lives in this huge old Queen Anne house with bats and a spiderweb in the wrought iron fence. People seem to be constantly running into him at the mall or the local bagel shop though I haven't yet. When ee first moved here he had a job running a bonsai shop at the mall. Stephen King came in one day and stared at the trees and said "Are they alive?" Lol, it's just the way his mind works, I suppose.

Here's his house:

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Betty first bird

Thick briar rose hips
that tear the flesh

peppered with snow-berry
& tall dead grass.

It's heavy cover
that could swallow a body
but she's a good nosed black dog
full of heart,

Morning rain beats scent low,
she works the cover hard
to a full flush,

the pheasant takes wing
in a flutter of feathers
momentarily surprising the dog.

Safety off
line, aim, lead

& breathe,

exhale
to a clean kill

she retrieves the bounty
to hand,
perfectly.
Silently, I give thanks for the harvest.


Good dog, Betty.
A pat on the head
and she is off for more.

 

[Tathagata]

Thick briar rose hips
that tear the flesh

peppered with snow-berry
& tall dead grass.

It's heavy cover
that could swallow a body
but she's a good nosed black dog
full of heart,

Morning rain beats scent low,
she works the cover hard
to a full flush,

the pheasant takes wing
in a flutter of feathers
momentarily surprising the dog.

Safety off
line, aim, lead

& breathe,

exhale
to a clean kill

she retrieves the bounty
to hand,
perfectly.
Silently, I give thanks for the harvest.


Good dog, Betty.
A pat on the head
and she is off for more.

I have a soft spot for pheasant, we used to feed them in the winter, they'd sit outside and honk till we threw out bread or seed.


That being said, they are good eating, and it's even nicer you give thanks.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

I have a soft spot for pheasant, we used to feed them in the winter, they'd sit outside and honk till we threw out bread or seed.


That being said, they are good eating, and it's even nicer you give thanks.

Pheasant is on tonight menu, I will think of you Tath...

 

[normal jean]

Green Mile is good--you'll love it. And it's not creepy/scary like It. Nothing is scary with John Boy in it lol. Although the only one that really freaked me out is The Shining--the book even more than the film. There's a scene in the book where the little boy gets lost in this snow-covered topiary maze and the animal topiaries start moving around and looking at him. Dunno why but that totally gave me the jimjams.

Did I tell you that I live about a mile from Stephen King? He lives in this huge old Queen Anne house with bats and a spiderweb in the wrought iron fence. People seem to be constantly running into him at the mall or the local bagel shop though I haven't yet. When ee first moved here he had a job running a bonsai shop at the mall. Stephen King came in one day and stared at the trees and said "Are they alive?" Lol, it's just the way his mind works, I suppose.

Here's his house:

I heard about a woman running him down with her mini van. He attracts some odd stuff, doesnt he, lol. Glad he didn't need his pet cemetary after that. I tried the link, it says "forbidden". I should have Green mile in 2 days they have a distribution center about 10 miles from my house.

as for The Shining? I can't watch that one either. Something about ol Jack, eeewww, like I said, I am a wuss. And it is just when it comes to un-dead coming back. That gets me. Night of the Living Dead, I still have nightmares. He's coming to get you Bob-ra...eeekkks. Now ya'll know my deep-darks. I will be sure and pass out the good stuff on Halloweenie.

 

[DeepAsleep]

12 hours a day, five days a week.

warehouse.

i should sleep more.

but, but, but.... overtime.

it is and is not good to be young.

what're you doing?

 

[normal jean]

12 hours a day, five days a week.

warehouse.

i should sleep more.

but, but, but.... overtime.

it is and is not good to be young.

what're you doing?

darling Ross, better a warehouse than a slaughterhouse.

I have missed you and I know others have too. whatcha been up to and hows the GF? Your old blog posts were most entertaining. why'd ya ditch us, huh huh?



ohhh, life.... I seee

 

[Tzara]

My morning meeting ran well over time but that didn't matter, as the afternoon appointment canceled on me. So we took the first client out to lunch instead. Everybody in southern California orders iced tea at lunch. I'm not from here, so I had a Diet Coke.

After lunch I drove up various and sundry freeways toward Hollywood, where I am staying tonight. Had a fleeting, non-nostalgic moment passing the exit off the 101 I used to take to my apartment when I was living down here. From what little I could tell in the drive-by, the cockroaches have not had to move out.

My hotel is right on Sunset Boulevard, just past the transition from Hollywood to West Hollywood. It has a fish tank built into the wall of the room. The effect of this is less one of luxurious elegance as it is the sense that I should be thumbing through a two-year-old copy of People waiting for nurse to call me in for my prostate examination. I wonder how well I will sleep tonight.

A block up the street is the elegant old Chateau Marmont hotel, perhaps best known as the place where John Belushi kicked off. Apparently Lindsey Lohan rents a room here for the extra closet space. Practically across the street is The Body Shop, which promotes itself as 18 YEARS OK!! LIVE NUDE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS.

I am really looking forward to going home tomorrow.

 

[Tzara]

The light went out in the fish tank in my wall. I guess that means I should go to bed. Or maybe call hotel maintenance. I'm not sure which.

 

[Tathagata]

My morning meeting ran well over time but that didn't matter, as the afternoon appointment canceled on me. So we took the first client out to lunch instead. Everybody in southern California orders iced tea at lunch. I'm not from here, so I had a Diet Coke.

After lunch I drove up various and sundry freeways toward Hollywood, where I am staying tonight. Had a fleeting, non-nostalgic moment passing the exit off the 101 I used to take to my apartment when I was living down here. From what little I could tell in the drive-by, the cockroaches have not had to move out.

My hotel is right on Sunset Boulevard, just past the transition from Hollywood to West Hollywood. It has a fish tank built into the wall of the room. The effect of this is less one of luxurious elegance as it is the sense that I should be thumbing through a two-year-old copy of People waiting for nurse to call me in for my prostate examination. I wonder how well I will sleep tonight.

A block up the street is the elegant old Chateau Marmont hotel, perhaps best known as the place where John Belushi kicked off. Apparently Lindsey Lohan rents a room here for the extra closet space. Practically across the street is The Body Shop, which promotes itself as 18 YEARS OK!! LIVE NUDE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS.

I am really looking forward to going home tomorrow.

Nothing like a room with a view


The prostate line made me laugh out loud

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Nothing like a room with a view


The prostrate line made me laugh out loud

ummmm I think you ment prostate....

 

[Tathagata]

ummmm I think you ment prostate....

jesus
I really need to learn to eat and have coffee before I start posting here
thanks

 

[WickedEve]

I have a fan

I am a poetry goddess. Well, I thought I was. Hugo sent a link to a friend. The link is to some of my poems and photos on anna's mannequin envy. Well, the friend collects first editions. Hugo told him that his new girlfriend is published. Hey, I'm in a few anthologies and I think I'm hot poet stuff. So, the friend demands signed copies. Oh, the twingle (half tingle, half twinge) of excitement. I played it cool.

One night, Hugo introduced me to his friend. We were fueling up at the gas station. I was wearing a glass cock around my neck. Hugo won it in a claw machine at the porn shop. What can I say? We're classy. The friend was delighted to meet me. He was thrilled with the possibility of acquiring signed copies of the poetry goddess' poems. He told me that my poetry was dark and real--and a few other flattering adjectives. "Sure, sure. I'll get you copies. Signed copies." It was the least I could do for a fan who recognized my poetic brilliance.

Later I found out he was cruising around with a drug addict, looking for a party.

 

[normal jean]

you have more than one, ya freak

I am a poetry goddess. Well, I thought I was. Hugo sent a link to a friend. The link is to some of my poems and photos on anna's mannequin envy. Well, the friend collects first editions. Hugo told him that his new girlfriend is published. Hey, I'm in a few anthologies and I think I'm hot poet stuff. So, the friend demands signed copies. Oh, the twingle (half tingle, half twinge) of excitement. I played it cool.

One night, Hugo introduced me to his friend. We were fueling up at the gas station. I was wearing a glass cock around my neck. Hugo won it in a claw machine at the porn shop. What can I say? We're classy. The friend was delighted to meet me. He was thrilled with the possibility of acquiring signed copies of the poetry goddess' poems. He told me that my poetry was dark and real--and a few other flattering adjectives. "Sure, sure. I'll get you copies. Signed copies." It was the least I could do for a fan who recognized my poetic brilliance.

Later I found out he was cruising around with a drug addict, looking for a party.

If you weren't so flippin modest and had told about your anthologies I would have asked for signed copies too. I want signed copies. I have money ( when I'm not out cruisin looking for a party )

I was thinking, about that Kakalak thing, why don't you enter Dark Continent of SC ? It's would probably win and they accept art too, and the guy that won this time, his stuff didn't even compare to yours. Just sayin'. I'll even pay the entry fee.

 

[WickedEve]

If you weren't so flippin modest and had told about your anthologies I would have asked for signed copies too. I want signed copies. I have money ( when I'm not out cruisin looking for a party )

I was thinking, about that Kakalak thing, why don't you enter Dark Continent of SC ? It's would probably win and they accept art too, and the guy that won this time, his stuff didn't even compare to yours. Just sayin'. I'll even pay the entry fee.

I actually was cool about the whole thing and polite and tried to treat the flattery like it was no biggie. And it wasn't a real big biggie (big biggie?) but it was nice that someone, besides some of you guys on the forum, thought my poetry was good. But it sure took me down a peg when I found out he was a party dude. lol He seemed so nice...
What's a kalakayaka?

 

[normal jean]

I actually was cool about the whole thing and polite and tried to treat the flattery like it was no biggie. And it wasn't a real big biggie (big biggie?) but it was nice that someone, besides some of you guys on the forum, thought my poetry was good. But it sure took me down a peg when I found out he was a party dude. lol He seemed so nice...
What's a kalakayaka?

Yeah, I guess it's kinda like your family saying they love your work, huh. But you really are good, eve. I miss reading you here. I am a lazy web surfer.

heres the link for kakalak anthology. they have cash prizes, it is primarily for Carolina natives/residents, but they do accept work that has a Carolina theme/ focus.

I met the 3rd place art winner from the 2007 edition ( she had an illustrated poem titled Hair and Shadow) at the poetry reading I attended with my daughter last month. I'm not comfortable enough to read mine yet, but they have Kakalak readings, with accepted poets from all over the place, it seems. I posted the link in Submission Calls.

I wish TungTied or sandspike would enter.


http://www.kakalak.net/contest

 

[WickedEve]

"Your Aunt Smitty and cousin Tammy saw a strange car parked all night in front of your house. They know you're dating. They said it was about time."

My mom calls Hugo any name but Hugo. It's Hank or Harry or Harold or Zeke. She did call him Hugo. Just once. I told her something she liked and agreed with, so he became Hugo for one precious moment.

"Don't be riding with Henry if he's a drunk." I tell her that Hugo doesn't drink. He just does a little LSD. "Don't be getting into a jacuzzi with Hasenpfeffer. I read that it could kill a diabetic." I ask her how her latest diet is going. I have cookies to send her.

The poor guy's name isn't even Hugo. He hates Hugo. He complains about Hugo. I guess he worries I'll scream out "Hugo!" in the middle of whatever it is we do. "You're only Hugo on the poetry forum." He doesn't want to be Hugo or Zeke. I tell him there is no point in fretting over it. It appears that no one, especially my mom and me, care what his name really is.

He's real name is...

 

[WickedEve]

http://www.kakalak.net/contest

Thank you for the link.

 

[annaswirls]

You ARE a goddess of the poetic sort and a few dozen other varieties.

Don't ever forget it.

I am a poetry goddess. Well, I thought I was. Hugo sent a link to a friend. The link is to some of my poems and photos on anna's mannequin envy. Well, the friend collects first editions. Hugo told him that his new girlfriend is published. Hey, I'm in a few anthologies and I think I'm hot poet stuff. So, the friend demands signed copies. Oh, the twingle (half tingle, half twinge) of excitement. I played it cool.

One night, Hugo introduced me to his friend. We were fueling up at the gas station. I was wearing a glass cock around my neck. Hugo won it in a claw machine at the porn shop. What can I say? We're classy. The friend was delighted to meet me. He was thrilled with the possibility of acquiring signed copies of the poetry goddess' poems. He told me that my poetry was dark and real--and a few other flattering adjectives. "Sure, sure. I'll get you copies. Signed copies." It was the least I could do for a fan who recognized my poetic brilliance.

Later I found out he was cruising around with a drug addict, looking for a party.

 

[WickedEve]

You ARE a goddess of the poetic sort and a few dozen other varieties.

Don't ever forget it.

Well, it was funny. Then I found out that he that boasts about the third level of his home and his personal library. Turns out that he has a 2 story house with a basement and a dining room with some book shelves.

 

[Tzara]

I'm back home for two days before heading off to the Wrong Coast and it is a beautiful day—overcast and damp and quiet, as my neighbor's kids are back in school. The chestnut outside my office window has a mixture of yellow and green leaves; the pear tree is just starting to turn.

It's the best kind of relaxing, contemplative day. There have been no phone calls, I have woodwind quintet music on the stereo, and I only have to complete some few administrative tasks for work.

There's playoff baseball tonight. Two games.

Autumn is my favorite season of the year, because of days like this.