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The Creek

Dog

I fell in love in the creek near my house
with weeds and mud and rocks and sand
the things I found there as a boy,
the things I learned there, you wouldn’t believe
the way it changed me

but nothing ever really changed
everything stayed exactly the same
exactly as it was, as it was supposed to be
in the creek near my house
where I played as a boy

I found a bottle filled with dirt,
a keychain with a rusted rebel flag,
a broken silver pendant necklace,
they were all once loved by someone
now they were all loved by me

I fell in love with the quiet
the awful silence of the woods
birds and bugs and leaves rustling
but there was never any sound
that I did not want to hear there

I found a doll covered in red,
one eye missing, arm torn, shoes gone
hair matted and sticky from the muck of that place
that dreadful creek near my house
where I fell in love with horrible stillness

the doll was broken, and I fixed it
I gave it back to the creek
I gave it back to the earth
and it was still once more
it was loved again

the next day I found a dog,
the tag on its neck said Lady
she walked with a limp, and she whimpered
when I held out my hand
and I fell in love with her

if there was one thing I’d learned
it’s that the creek could heal any wound
all you needed was a little quiet, a little stillness
and all the hurt would go away
I knew Lady was in pain

so I gave her to the creek
and she was still at last
she was free from pain
that dog, that was once loved by someone
was loved by me for a day

and ever since, when I think back
to those days in the creek near my house as a boy
I remember Lady, and I hear her whimper
as the water rose to meet her nose
and the mud swirled and surrounded her ears

and I smile when I think
that I gave her stillness
I gave her peace
and left her there for the next boy
to find and fall in love


10 things my girlfriend wishes I didn’t do

I think it’s time we heard from someone else, for a change.

Chelsy

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been compiling a list of article topics that would make for some really badass blog posts in the future.  I came across this great list on Osmosio called, “101+ Killer Blog Post Ideas” and immediately decided I had to write a few of these.  (Point of order: See any topics you’d like me to write about?  Hit me up with a comment and I’ll get right on it!) 

So now you all know who to thank when I go off the deep-end, bitching about a random _________ (product, book, movie, encounter with a random stranger, etc;) or posting up ridiculous pictures of my little sister dressed as Baby Bop.  I’m armed to the teeth with fresh ideas for the future, motivated more than ever to publish mass-quantities of brilliant and whacky articles (such as this one).

Plus, it gave my lovely lady Chelsy a rare but deliciously exciting opportunity to point out a few of the things I do on a regular basis that make her want to smash her head through our bedroom window.  Since we’re extremely comfortable in our relationship – and we’re both quick to make it known to each other when something pisses us off – I thought it would be a fun, embarrassing, and informative first-ever guest article.

Without further adieu, I’ll give it over to Chelsy.

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First, let me preface this list by saying that honestly, it was really hard coming up with ten things he does that rub me the wrong way.  Don’t get me wrong, our relationship isn’t perfect – but this man is a wonderful partner.  That being said, I simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to voice my opinion.  Alright, here comes the punishment.

1. Stop leaving your wet towels on the bedroom floor.

wet towel

It’s bad enough that all my good towels smell like a moldy jockstrap.  But now, the cats are going in there thinking it’s some kind of alternative pissing-spot… for the love of god, hang them over the shower when you’re done drying off!  Is that really too much to ask?

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The final lines, of a work yet to be written.

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“And so I suffer on, like the rest… To live, to love, to dream of dreaming; and some day to die, and dream once more — of living.”
— from The Man Who Dreamed of Living


Mesmerized

Mesmerized

Many years ago –
when I was young
and ever-spry,

My hairline then
was less receded,
and my stomach tight…

but, I digress;
Where was I?
Oh yes!

I sat and quaffed
a whiskey in a pub
alone one night.

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