Fighting and FIre

Fighting

I witnessed a fight today,

Both struggling against fate,

No one winning,

No one gaining,

All is lost to the passion of

Temperance.

Were I a boy,

I would not see fit

To smash my fist

In front of it,

As I call down,

I can’t imagine victory.

Yet there is so much to

Find

Discoveries to be made,

But I’m so busy

Trying to succeed

While killing another’s

Hopes and dreams.

Beer and Coachman’s Wieners

One dark and lovely evening.

I trod towards the brightest light.

Only to find myself wondering, was I due for a fright?

It was the eve of bonfire grieving.

Young men went forth towing their heap.

Toward a pile of dodgy supplies.

The quiet sounds of men’s replies.

Saying “Yes m’son I got my beer Cheap.”

‘Twas only one time or another.

The ol’ boys could tell me about food.

Speaking of Coachmen’s Wieners in the Nude.

And to me it was only a bother.

On a night such as any other they came.

Beer in hand and fire afoot.

Trying to keep the wieners from soot.

The went reelin’ forward in fire and game.

Selections from a Photography Journal

Photos are not worth a thousand words. They are not transferable to a lower art. Photos are the product of the hunt. The reflections of the self caught encased in light.

The bird who knows the iron cage has found a path to treachery.

Yet the fox who feeds the hunger need can find freedom in pieces through the bars.



As I attempt to ponder freedom. I keep feeling constrained. The limits on my thoughts are responsible for the machine I have become.

How to First Aid a Blister in the Library

This unfortunate circumstance may have come from my own will or better yet some series of events that has led to my ultimate creation of cyber contemplation. The beasts of new shoes tore my bitsy ankles to shreds as I was walking to my office this morning. I thought I was at a loss, left to suffer the irritable pain of the blister all day without protection.

But I had a plan to change all of that.

Being the crafty huntress that I am decided to search the library high and low until I would find a solution to my problem. The circulation desk was my first place of bounty. There a wonderful maid served me up a fresh package of bandages with which I was to use as a cover over the blister. As I travelled far I would learn that the return trip was of great use as well.

On return to my dusty cavern, I had to pass through a great jungle of electrical snakes and ladders. It was there that I found sanitizing napkins. The antibacterial blessing would kill the monstrous bacteria attacking my burdened ankle. My journey returned me to the cool and constant reverie that was my office to amend my injury.

At first the packaging of both bandage and sanitation napkin was a war that I was not confident in winning. Alas, I defeated the great challenge. I wiped and killed the germs whilst covering and protecting the wound. Finally, I would be at piece with the evil devices that were my shoes. I would forgive them for their mal-behaviour. Most of all my future adventures would not be travelled barefoot.