“I know this guy
who chopped off all his fingers in a blender.”
What? Was he intoxicated? drunk? high?
“Nope.”
You’re kidding. Why would he do that?
“Well, you know, he wanted to prove he could touch
the middle of the chopping part without getting hurt.”
But he couldn’t, apparently.
Shrug. “I guess not.”
Huh.
“Yeah. People from Calgary are stupid.”
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Sometimes, I am very afraid for the youth of today.
Oh, back row,
You’re so cool.
Won’t do your school work.
Hang out at the smoke pit.
Drunk all weekend.
You’re
so
cool.
The front row
gets its work done,
laughs with friends,
finds healthy fun.
They will graduate,
get into college
and employ you
at minimum wage.
It’s never cool
to peak in
high school.
Of course ghosts are real
Haven’t you felt them
swirling about you
like leaves in the wind?
Memories that haunt
spinning through your head
with joys and sorrows
that have no place in
tomorrow.
It weaves around the sky
like jet streams tying ribbons
of air,
entangled trust
entwining wishes,
entrusting time
twisting you and me
into a braid
of mist.
Last night,
screeching tires,
spinning in the intersection
racing engines roaring up
and down our hill
Luckily no catastrophe
except the community
mailbox.
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.
(an irony- post 1-666 about local hellions!)
You were so very small
pulling your limbs inside yourself
wearing a vacant scowl,
trying to turn yourself inside out
to avoid notice,
when we were all there
for you.
So much trauma to hide from.
so many layers of armour.
Will we ever see you drop the ballast
so you can fly?
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Probably a few too many metaphors here, but the sentiments hold true. May have to work on this one a bit more.
it was all hazy, and the sun was a huge silver orb hanging in mist. I should start carrying my camera again.
WordPress says, seekers came to my blog wondering
‘how tall is Sam Heughan?’
They were looking for ‘Sam heughan butt’
‘Sam Heughan’
and ‘Outlander vocabulary.’
Sam is 6’3″
His butt is not here.
He is not here either
But I once passed him on the highway
and didn’t pick him up.
He was stranded four hours.
I’ll bet he used some colourful
Outlander vocabulary then!
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Seriously, I have written a popular poem about Sam, back when he was first cast as Jamie Fraser in the Outlander series. You may enjoy it! Diana did when she read it.
I also have a frequently visited blog post about Diana’s vocabulary in the Outlander series.
While Sam definitely has a very nice butt, there are no visuals here, but you may find some relief in assorted Outlander poems and other writings.
About the passing him on the highway, that’s true, too! August 2013 Sam came to BC to visit a relative near where I live. Read the details here.
Through distant waves of consciousness,
I could hear the bagpipes.
I strained to identify the tune:
Something familiar, but not quite
recognizable.
When Malcolm was five,
he longed to play the pipes,
and listened blissfully to recordings
of pipe and drum corps.
At twenty-five, it seems doubtful
he’s returned to this youthful passion.
And still I hear the droning buzz
through bleary wakening,
until with a click,
he turns his razor off.
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(true story)
My daughter
prefaces every story with,
“You can’t put this
on your blog.”
Sigh.
Shawn L. Bird 