Monthly Archives: November 2017

11/30/17: Dead End: Fake War and Real Violence on 16th Avenue (Part one, Dirt Clods)

Well... at least no one died... (That I know of) Oh, but one could easily argue that the midwestern, middle class, cul-de-sac existence that made up the bulk of my pre-teen world, was a kind of death. A death of spirit that a child barely feels but rather simply incorporates into the ego. Like any [...]

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11/29/17: Too Old to Die Young

  Here you are look at all you’ve done You never had but one Love has left you all alone Now you spread it all around   The world you thought had all but gone No one to blame it on Feeling that you're meant to be The one you know will break your heart [...]

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11/28/17: God Damned?

My father left the Missouri-Synod Lutheran Church of his strict Iowa farm-boy upbringing for The ALC (American Lutheran Church), which then morphed, into the ELC (Evangelical Lutheran Church). Over the years Dad became more and more tolerant and open minded towards other faiths. He was always devout however, and eventually rose to the status of [...]

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11/27/17: The Morning Practice (Addendum)

It’s about self care It’s about care for others It’s about... -------------------------------------- Here and now. Here and now I stir my cup, type a few more words, snap a photo of me and Roxy to use as the featured image for today’s post. I smile, aware of the absurdity of this. This attempt at the [...]

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11/26/17: Interrogation (Part two)

“Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, ‘Love me.’ / Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. / Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. / Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye [...]

By |2018-02-18T19:29:10+00:00November 26th, 2017|Nurfworld|Comments Off on 11/26/17: Interrogation (Part two)

11/25/17: You Said

  You said I could depend on you and You said what you say you’ll do, it’s all true And I gave some of my life, blood, time and energy… it’s not free I think something is wrong with me when I think there’s a way things ought to be and You say it’s the [...]

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11/24/17: Big City Dog Blues

  I’m a big city dog Tied up all the time Yea, I’m a big city dog Tied up all the time You best enjoy your good life I sure ain’t enjoying mine Every single day I lie here in the sun If I ever get away Man how I would run Yea I’m a [...]

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11/23/17: Tales from 6-D East (Restraining the Rage Machine, Part three, The Final Restraint)

An element of abstention, of restraint, must enter into all finer joys. Vida D. Scudder -------------------------------- Like nearly all my stories from that better part of a year I spent on 6-D East (1977-78) I struggle with what time, emotion and subsequent experience must inevitably do, to mess with my perspective and recollection. Of course [...]

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11/22/17: Tales from 6-D East (Restraining the Rage Machine, Part two, Look Away)

And he struggled for three days. This poor man, who had knocked himself unconscious by ramming the solid oak door with his head. Who had ripped a mattress in half. Who had raged and raged for hours and hours in the locked room. And... who knew what happened before he had been taken to 6-D [...]

By |2018-02-18T19:06:01+00:00November 22nd, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 11/22/17: Tales from 6-D East (Restraining the Rage Machine, Part two, Look Away)

11/21/17: Tales from 6-D East (Restraining the Rage Machine, Part one, Uncontrollable)

The moment I was on the ward, I knew something out of the ordinary was happening that morning. Something dramatic. There were orderlies, nurses and nursing assistants from all over St. Mary's and they had one thing in common. They were big and male. As a fellow big guy I was greeted with nods, grunting [...]

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