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my latest poem. Brief, yet packed with meaning. The Lies We Know Knowing lies told concurrent with the televisions’ three-piece suited viceroy. He with his news paper and faint red lipstick on his collar. She smelling of foreign cologne the original

With roars, crackles and pops it dances unevenly casting an orange glow tinged with blue. Consuming it's prey in a parasitical suicidal rage before settling into coals dying and leaving behind only ash. this was originally published on  my hub , back in November.

View this on my hubpage if you'd like. I prefer the format here, but, feel free to check out both and decide for yourself :-) The Squirrel, Ever Vigilant, Always Working Up down across he runs Pauses peeks Ever vigilant of hawks Eagles owls Who desire his flesh Up down across he Scurries scrounges For nuts, fruits the grand prize: A discarded apple core A half-eaten sandwich he fills his cheeks And runs Up down across to his home In the tree tops Secure and panting Stowing For like the hawk Winter Is descending.

I usually post here in the morning but I wanted to finish up something I was working on in honor of Kurt Cobain's 45th brithday. Here it is: the Kurt Cobain Story  . I hope you enjoy it!

I hate waste. In a land of plenty when so much of the world is lacking, I simply cannot tolerate any resources being wasted. I will eat slightly moldy bread or cheese instead of throwing it out. I always turn off lights when I leave the room, I only drive when necessary, I try to remember not to leave the tap running when I brush my teeth. My wife and I lately are realizing that we’re in our thirties and staying healthy6 is very important. We’ve been eating way less processed foods and buying organic fruits and vegetables and free range meats. We make as much of our own stuff as we can, form salad dressing to gifts. It’s a fun way to be creative and it’s a way not to spend or waste money. We considered cutting off television, but, unfortunately, some bonehead didn’t read the paperwork before he signed it and found himself locked into a contract. It would be wasteful to pay a termination fee, which, of course is how they set it up. Since our apartment has a gym and a pool, we cancel...

April 8th 1954- February 16th 2012. Gary Carter, also known as "the Kid" was a Hall of Fame Catcher, playing for Dodgers and the Expos, passed away yesterday afternoon at the age of 57. In May of 2011, he was diagnosed with four malignant brain tumors and, after a short but valiant battle, the cancer took his life. Carter retired form baseball in 1992 with 324 career home runs and a .262 batting average. He was also one of the best defensive catchers ever and was inducted into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame in 2001. He was also a philanthropist and his foundation, the   Gary Carter Foundation , donated over $622,000 to chairtable organizations for schools, including over $300,000 for reading programs. The stated purpose of his foundation was   to "better the physical, mental and spiritual well-being of children." They advocated "school literacy by encouraging use of the Reading Counts Program, a program that exists in the Palm Beach Cou...

In honor of Valentine's day (A Day Late) Here's a poem I wrote for my wife, before we were married. i hope you enjoy it! Last Train to Bellingham Again the train is stopped. Sixty miles out of Portland and we've been stopped for thirty minutes. Now we're going again, and now we're stopped again. We're letting another freight train pass. Three kids next to me- (oh, Lord God, bless their mother) The crunching of a potato chip bag, nickels flung against my chair, disobedient little monsters! I scowl at them not hiding my contempt. Their mother looks (tired) at me, ready to leave the little monsters on the train. A bag of chips just exploded next to me. They are all over the floor. The carpet is greasy and crumby. I don't help pick up. The bag was exploded by Dylan Thomas. The eldest- a girl- left her books in the locker at the train station. I'd kill for a cigarette. I like the train whistle- and the guy with the disheveled pink hair and pink scar...