Editorial Board:
Please allow me to introduce myself...
Hey It's Mikel K, your runner up best poet in 2011, and your Best Spoken Word Performer twice in the past.
ran with ru
was told to fuck off by boy george
fist fight with flock of sea gull
angie bowie co hosted my tv show
wrote Backstage Pass for
combine memoir with poetry
when the going gets normal
A look at a sober man raising dogs in midtown trying to get the book deal that will make the world know and love him.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
"Blessed is the influence of one true, loving, human soul on another."--George Eliot
"Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. ....They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor to have somebody else's experiences or write somebody else's poems."--Thomas Merton
"Should the floor be sacred. Mine is certainly not. Should I, then, walk on the sky?"--Mikel K
Dude, a half lab, 4/5's rottweiler, who belongs to my daughter's biological father, Kevin, is visiting with us, this weekend. Dude just bolted out the front door, and unfortunately, found the porch screen door open, so the next thing he knew he was running down the street, happy as could be, free as a dove, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was trailing behind him.
Kevin had warned me that if Dude got away that my best course of action was to just walk behind the dog until he was tired of being free, that trying to chase him would be a game to Dude, and that he would just run away from me in this situation.
Dude got close to a neighbor of mine, who was working in the garden, and I hollered out at the fellow, "Hey, grab that dog, will you?" and Dude's little walk on the Midtown side was over.
Though they have come down from their high hideouts, I am not exactly sure that my cats are glad to see Dude return to our household. Dude does not try to maim my cats, but he is overly inquisitive into their existences, in other words: he is a pain in their asses. The things that we do for love. I love Dude, and I love Kevin. I also love my cats, but they will have to suffer a but until Sunday. As someone once said, "It takes a village."
I microwaved the oatmeal; I fried the eggs, but now they sit getting chilly on the counter, as I head to the Yoga mat.
We drove a million miles, today, in the beautiful day in search of a Flea Market that did not exist, and then we drove another million miles to another Flea Market which did not exist either. Where have all the Flea Markets gone?
In reading the book,"Attitudes of Gratitude in Love," by M.J. Ryan, I have, once again, come to recognize the beauty that is right before my eyes.
As Ms. Ryan says, "Gratitude wakes us up to the ordinary, allowing us to see it for what it truly is, rather than just taking it for granted."
Just home from Yoga class. I am very calm, and relaxed. Kobain is up on my leg wanting to share in the vegetable chips that I am eating. He really eats them, too, which surprises me. Cats do the darnedest things!
We mostly did balancing positions, tonight, in class. There were only two of us in attendance. The rain of the day must have kept the other students away, although it wasn't raining at the time that class started. I stayed in head stand for almost a minute, twice. The way to master an asana is to practice it. Of course, I practice the asanas that I like more than the ones that I don't like.
"How long do you plan to be with Yoga?" my instructor asked me, tonight.
"Until I drop," was my reply.
"Well then, there is no hurry, now is there?"
Henry, and Bundy, were in a fierce barking match with two little dogs, today, when Henry broke loose of his collar. I was sure that a fight was going to ensue,
but, thankfully, Henry listened to me when I screamed, "No Henry. Sit Henry." His owner likes to keep his collar loose; I will have to talk to her about that!!
You think that you are more important than I am, but you wouldn't say it was true. It really doesn't matter; I am just finding things to be nit picky about,today. So much for Peace, and Love.
I have developed this bad habit of biting on my left thumb. No, I am not sucking my thumb; I am biting it, and I figure that doing such a thing is probably a bad thing for my teeth. I want to have a pretty smile; albeit a coffee stained presentation.
I'm going to get laid within the hour. This gal who I have been hanging out with, for a bit, and who likes to do it, is on her way over. It is good to do it; they say that you live longer if you do.
You can't oatmeal while you're eating grits.
It was a good day to fornicate, but I did not fornicate, I walked the dogs around the block. I, first, walked Henry,and Anna, and then I walked Bundy, and Morrison, and then I walked Dude, so I wound up getting a good bit of exercise going around the block three times I did. It was a beautiful day.
"Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. ....They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor to have somebody else's experiences or write somebody else's poems."--Thomas Merton
"Should the floor be sacred. Mine is certainly not. Should I, then, walk on the sky?"--Mikel K
Dude, a half lab, 4/5's rottweiler, who belongs to my daughter's biological father, Kevin, is visiting with us, this weekend. Dude just bolted out the front door, and unfortunately, found the porch screen door open, so the next thing he knew he was running down the street, happy as could be, free as a dove, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was trailing behind him.
Kevin had warned me that if Dude got away that my best course of action was to just walk behind the dog until he was tired of being free, that trying to chase him would be a game to Dude, and that he would just run away from me in this situation.
Dude got close to a neighbor of mine, who was working in the garden, and I hollered out at the fellow, "Hey, grab that dog, will you?" and Dude's little walk on the Midtown side was over.
Though they have come down from their high hideouts, I am not exactly sure that my cats are glad to see Dude return to our household. Dude does not try to maim my cats, but he is overly inquisitive into their existences, in other words: he is a pain in their asses. The things that we do for love. I love Dude, and I love Kevin. I also love my cats, but they will have to suffer a but until Sunday. As someone once said, "It takes a village."
I microwaved the oatmeal; I fried the eggs, but now they sit getting chilly on the counter, as I head to the Yoga mat.
We drove a million miles, today, in the beautiful day in search of a Flea Market that did not exist, and then we drove another million miles to another Flea Market which did not exist either. Where have all the Flea Markets gone?
In reading the book,"Attitudes of Gratitude in Love," by M.J. Ryan, I have, once again, come to recognize the beauty that is right before my eyes.
As Ms. Ryan says, "Gratitude wakes us up to the ordinary, allowing us to see it for what it truly is, rather than just taking it for granted."
Just home from Yoga class. I am very calm, and relaxed. Kobain is up on my leg wanting to share in the vegetable chips that I am eating. He really eats them, too, which surprises me. Cats do the darnedest things!
We mostly did balancing positions, tonight, in class. There were only two of us in attendance. The rain of the day must have kept the other students away, although it wasn't raining at the time that class started. I stayed in head stand for almost a minute, twice. The way to master an asana is to practice it. Of course, I practice the asanas that I like more than the ones that I don't like.
"How long do you plan to be with Yoga?" my instructor asked me, tonight.
"Until I drop," was my reply.
"Well then, there is no hurry, now is there?"
Henry, and Bundy, were in a fierce barking match with two little dogs, today, when Henry broke loose of his collar. I was sure that a fight was going to ensue,
but, thankfully, Henry listened to me when I screamed, "No Henry. Sit Henry." His owner likes to keep his collar loose; I will have to talk to her about that!!
You think that you are more important than I am, but you wouldn't say it was true. It really doesn't matter; I am just finding things to be nit picky about,today. So much for Peace, and Love.
I have developed this bad habit of biting on my left thumb. No, I am not sucking my thumb; I am biting it, and I figure that doing such a thing is probably a bad thing for my teeth. I want to have a pretty smile; albeit a coffee stained presentation.
I'm going to get laid within the hour. This gal who I have been hanging out with, for a bit, and who likes to do it, is on her way over. It is good to do it; they say that you live longer if you do.
You can't oatmeal while you're eating grits.
It was a good day to fornicate, but I did not fornicate, I walked the dogs around the block. I, first, walked Henry,and Anna, and then I walked Bundy, and Morrison, and then I walked Dude, so I wound up getting a good bit of exercise going around the block three times I did. It was a beautiful day.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Up at 9 am. Upon waking, I immediately set the clock by my bed an hour forward.
I'm going to dust off yet another book shelf. It's a process with me. I never dust the entire bookshelf at once; I get caught up in the books, pulled into them, surprised that I have some titles on my shelf, happy to see others that I haven't seen for awhile.
I am going to get rid of(find a good home for)books that I know that I will never read. As I start this project, I pull down The Riverside Shakespeare Second Edition. It is the largest book that I own, and with it in my hands, I am struck by the thought that books should not be held up on a shelf, out of sight, out of mind; they should be scattered about your living space so that you will pick them up often.
She's an hour late, I think to myself, looking at the clock by my bed that I sprang ahead an hour a day too early.
I'm going to dust off yet another book shelf. It's a process with me. I never dust the entire bookshelf at once; I get caught up in the books, pulled into them, surprised that I have some titles on my shelf, happy to see others that I haven't seen for awhile.
I am going to get rid of(find a good home for)books that I know that I will never read. As I start this project, I pull down The Riverside Shakespeare Second Edition. It is the largest book that I own, and with it in my hands, I am struck by the thought that books should not be held up on a shelf, out of sight, out of mind; they should be scattered about your living space so that you will pick them up often.
She's an hour late, I think to myself, looking at the clock by my bed that I sprang ahead an hour a day too early.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Just home from Yoga class. I am very calm, and relaxed. Kobain is up on my leg wanting to share in the vegetable chips that I am eating. He really eats them, too, which surprises me. Cats do the darnedest things!
We mostly did balancing positions, tonight, in class. There were only two of us in attendance. The rain of the day must have kept the other students away, although it wasn't raining at the time that class started. I stayed in head stand for almost a minute, twice. The way to master an asana is to practice it. Of course, I practice the asanas that I like more than the ones that I don't like.
"How long do you plan to be with Yoga?" my instructor asked me, tonight.
"Until I drop," was my reply.
"Well then, there is no hurry, now is there?"
Henry, and Bundy, were in a fierce barking match with two little dogs, today, when Henry broke loose of his collar. I was sure that a fight was going to ensue,
but, thankfully, Henry listened to me when I screamed, "No Henry. Sit Henry." His owner likes to keep his collar loose; I will have to talk to her about that!!
You think that you are more important than I am, but you wouldn't say it was true. It really doesn't matter; I am just finding things to be nit picky about,today. So much for Peace, and Love.
I have developed this bad habit of biting on my left thumb. No, I am not sucking my thumb; I am biting it, and I figure that doing such a thing is probably a bad thing for my teeth. I want to have a pretty smile; albeit a coffee stained presentation.
I'm going to get laid within the hour. This gal who I have been hanging out with, for a bit, and who likes to do it, is on her way over. It is good to do it; they say that you live longer if you do.
You can't oatmeal while you're eating grits.
We mostly did balancing positions, tonight, in class. There were only two of us in attendance. The rain of the day must have kept the other students away, although it wasn't raining at the time that class started. I stayed in head stand for almost a minute, twice. The way to master an asana is to practice it. Of course, I practice the asanas that I like more than the ones that I don't like.
"How long do you plan to be with Yoga?" my instructor asked me, tonight.
"Until I drop," was my reply.
"Well then, there is no hurry, now is there?"
Henry, and Bundy, were in a fierce barking match with two little dogs, today, when Henry broke loose of his collar. I was sure that a fight was going to ensue,
but, thankfully, Henry listened to me when I screamed, "No Henry. Sit Henry." His owner likes to keep his collar loose; I will have to talk to her about that!!
You think that you are more important than I am, but you wouldn't say it was true. It really doesn't matter; I am just finding things to be nit picky about,today. So much for Peace, and Love.
I have developed this bad habit of biting on my left thumb. No, I am not sucking my thumb; I am biting it, and I figure that doing such a thing is probably a bad thing for my teeth. I want to have a pretty smile; albeit a coffee stained presentation.
I'm going to get laid within the hour. This gal who I have been hanging out with, for a bit, and who likes to do it, is on her way over. It is good to do it; they say that you live longer if you do.
You can't oatmeal while you're eating grits.
49 The Daily K: Bob Fortin. and Eric Gant
I met music entrepreneur Bob Fortin almost twenty five years ago, When I was a music writer, and Bob was manager of a very great band called, "The Grapes." To many, Bob Fortin was known, back then, as, "Bob of The Universe," a nickname given to him, he says, "by some hippy chicks from San Francisco."
Asked if he does music business with a smile, or a handshake, Bob wisely answers, "both." Over the years, Bob Fortin has shook a lot of hands, and smiled at many people in music venues across the state of Georgia, and beyond. Most of those people have smiled back at Bob, and are glad that they shook his hand, or put ink to a contract.
Bob Fortin got into the music business by accident, when an old roommate of his heard him selling food on the phone, and said that Bob should be, "selling rock and roll." Over the years Bob has booked the following venues, and bands, among many others:
Venues:
Brandy House
Fellini's Pasta
Pazzos on Lake Burton
Stone Soup
Pickle
Tumnbleweed Junction
Talent buyer for the Copper Pot restaurant/Clarksville Ga.
Habersham Winery Summer Concert Series, Helen Ga.
Past cts that Bob has managed or represented:
The Grapes
Wayside Riders
Lefty Williams (present)
Revival (An Allman Bros. Exp.) present
Eric Gant (present)
Col. Bruce Hampton
Apple Peru
Urban Shakedancers
Acts that Bob is currently representing:
Lefty Williams (present)
Revival: An Allman Brothers Experience
Eric Gant (present)
A number of years ago, Bob moved his family away from the hustle, bustle, and traffic of Atlanta to the peace and quiet of Helen, Ga. In 2004, Bob relaunched his business, Grapevine Talent, to guide the career of guitar phenomenon Lefty Williams. Bob can, once again, be seen in clubs with a clipboard in his hand, often emceeing the events that Lefty plays.
Bob started playing the trumpet when he was 8 years old, listening to his father play the guitar. Bob soon switched to guitar, himself, and was soon playing in local bands in Providence, Rhode Island. Bob says that the greatest night of music that he has ever experienced was The Grapes reunion at The Variety Playhouse in 2009. Bob says that he is most proud of his association with Lefty Williams, The Grapes, with the fact that an "old school stalwart like Col. Bruce Hampton still calls me back," and that people "like me" know what I did for musicians.
Asked if he would blow his wife and kids off to go, "On the Road," Bob says, "I would go back out on the road for the money, and the stature."
Asked what is the most important thing that a man can have, Bob answers, "a great dog."
Asked what he wants to be when he grows up, Bob Fortin answers, "A Farmer."
Lefty Williams, and Eric Gant, both hope that Bob doesn't become a farmer anytime soon, and so do a lot of other music lovers in the state of Georgia, the reason being that many, many people love Bob Fortin, and they love what he does in the music world, which is to make music happen.
Look for Bob's Rivermist Concert Series this summer, five concerts by The Chattahoochee that will be filled with Love.
www.grapevinetalent.net
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There may be no one with more integrity singing, and playing music, today, in the music business than singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Eric Gant. Eric Gant has a heart, and soul, rarely seen on a stage, as he plays his special brand of blues, funk, rock n' roll, reggae, classic country, and bluegrass. Eric can play alone, or with his band The Eric Gant Trio.
Either way, the audience is exposed to a soulful, heart moving experience. People have cried listening to Eric Gant sing; they really have. They have also laughed, and applauded, which is what you will do, if you come out
His new CD, Chalice demonstrates his ablility to make audiences laugh, cry, sing, and dance. Eric travels exstensively, rocking out with his band and performing acoustic numbers at intimate venues.
Be sure to spend the night with Eric Gant, sometime, soon; it is a night that you will never forget.
I met music entrepreneur Bob Fortin almost twenty five years ago, When I was a music writer, and Bob was manager of a very great band called, "The Grapes." To many, Bob Fortin was known, back then, as, "Bob of The Universe," a nickname given to him, he says, "by some hippy chicks from San Francisco."
Asked if he does music business with a smile, or a handshake, Bob wisely answers, "both." Over the years, Bob Fortin has shook a lot of hands, and smiled at many people in music venues across the state of Georgia, and beyond. Most of those people have smiled back at Bob, and are glad that they shook his hand, or put ink to a contract.
Bob Fortin got into the music business by accident, when an old roommate of his heard him selling food on the phone, and said that Bob should be, "selling rock and roll." Over the years Bob has booked the following venues, and bands, among many others:
Venues:
Brandy House
Fellini's Pasta
Pazzos on Lake Burton
Stone Soup
Pickle
Tumnbleweed Junction
Talent buyer for the Copper Pot restaurant/Clarksville Ga.
Habersham Winery Summer Concert Series, Helen Ga.
Past cts that Bob has managed or represented:
The Grapes
Wayside Riders
Lefty Williams (present)
Revival (An Allman Bros. Exp.) present
Eric Gant (present)
Col. Bruce Hampton
Apple Peru
Urban Shakedancers
Acts that Bob is currently representing:
Lefty Williams (present)
Revival: An Allman Brothers Experience
Eric Gant (present)
A number of years ago, Bob moved his family away from the hustle, bustle, and traffic of Atlanta to the peace and quiet of Helen, Ga. In 2004, Bob relaunched his business, Grapevine Talent, to guide the career of guitar phenomenon Lefty Williams. Bob can, once again, be seen in clubs with a clipboard in his hand, often emceeing the events that Lefty plays.
Bob started playing the trumpet when he was 8 years old, listening to his father play the guitar. Bob soon switched to guitar, himself, and was soon playing in local bands in Providence, Rhode Island. Bob says that the greatest night of music that he has ever experienced was The Grapes reunion at The Variety Playhouse in 2009. Bob says that he is most proud of his association with Lefty Williams, The Grapes, with the fact that an "old school stalwart like Col. Bruce Hampton still calls me back," and that people "like me" know what I did for musicians.
Asked if he would blow his wife and kids off to go, "On the Road," Bob says, "I would go back out on the road for the money, and the stature."
Asked what is the most important thing that a man can have, Bob answers, "a great dog."
Asked what he wants to be when he grows up, Bob Fortin answers, "A Farmer."
Lefty Williams, and Eric Gant, both hope that Bob doesn't become a farmer anytime soon, and so do a lot of other music lovers in the state of Georgia, the reason being that many, many people love Bob Fortin, and they love what he does in the music world, which is to make music happen.
Look for Bob's Rivermist Concert Series this summer, five concerts by The Chattahoochee that will be filled with Love.
www.grapevinetalent.net
------------------------------------------------
There may be no one with more integrity singing, and playing music, today, in the music business than singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Eric Gant. Eric Gant has a heart, and soul, rarely seen on a stage, as he plays his special brand of blues, funk, rock n' roll, reggae, classic country, and bluegrass. Eric can play alone, or with his band The Eric Gant Trio.
Either way, the audience is exposed to a soulful, heart moving experience. People have cried listening to Eric Gant sing; they really have. They have also laughed, and applauded, which is what you will do, if you come out
His new CD, Chalice demonstrates his ablility to make audiences laugh, cry, sing, and dance. Eric travels exstensively, rocking out with his band and performing acoustic numbers at intimate venues.
Be sure to spend the night with Eric Gant, sometime, soon; it is a night that you will never forget.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
46yes The Daily K: Fear and Loathing while picking flowers in Midtown
"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world
straight in the eye."--Helen Keller
The dogs, and I, went out for a beautiful long walk, today, because it was Long Walk Thursday, as I call it, and because the weather outside is magnificent. At the start of our walk there are two little parks, I guess that I will call them, covered in daffodils. There is, also, a beautiful forsythia shrub in the smaller of the two parks.
Someone said yesterday how nice it is to cut some forsythia, and keep it in your house, so I thought to myself that at the end of this dog walk I am going to go get me some forsythia, and a few daffodils,
After our dog walk, I dropped the dogs back at the house, grabbed a make-shift vase, and some scissors, and headed to the mini-parks. I cut some forsythia, and was getting me a few daffodils when this lady, who reminded me of Arianna Huffington pulled up in nice car, with a cell phone to her ear, and said, in her best Zsa Zsa Gabor accent, "These are for the neighborhood."
"But I'm only taking a few," was all I could think to say.
"He is watching you, too," she said, and drove off, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man holding a cell phone staring at me from the front of his house.
That cell phone made me think that he might be calling the cops, and I certainly didn't want to go to jail for picking flowers, so I walked extra fast back to my home, which is four houses down from the parks.
You see, lady, I live in the neighborhood, too!
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Keith Richards needs $29.99 per book sold, or whatever percentage that he gets, like I need to start smoking crack. I can't afford the book, but I want to see if the book is worth a shit. The girl who showed me where the Richards book was, at in The Book Store, told me that it wasn't; she said that that Keith writes like he talks, which is to mean, I guess, that he is hard to understand. She said that she put the book down about half way through it. She also said that she wasn't much into The Stones, and that Keith didn't have help writing it, but it does say "with James Fox" on the first page.
At a penny under thirty bucks, I am not going to own my own hardcover copy any time soon, so I will just have to keep coming to the coffee shop, taking it off the shelf, and reading it while I sip on coffee, at The Bookstore. I used to work here. I have seen people camp out on these tables daily, for years at a time. Time is on my side. Time waits for no man and it won't wait for me. Keith here II come, you've got me under your thumb.
Start me up.
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The first chapter of Keith Richards' book, "Life," reminds me of the book, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," by Hunter Thompson. Maybe it's the drugs, man.
If the rest of the book is as good as the first chapter, where Keith, and Ron Woods, nearly get busted in Arkansas with a car full of drugs, then the book is worth thirty bucks. I love this jewel from chapter 1: "The choice always was a tricky one for the authorities who arrested us. Do you want to lock them up, or have your photograph taken with them...?!!"
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When I used to have major depression issues, flowers often pulled me through difficult times. I would walk the streets and pick them from folks front yards, bring them home with me, put them in a vase, and smile.
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I have two email addresses: one is mainly top secret, for close friends, and family only, and the other is open to the mass of man and women who inhabit the planet. The inhabitable e mail box has gotten out of control: all kinds of Evil Corporations, and entities that really have nothing good to offer me, have been making the box bulge with nothingness, so I have been eliminating folks. "Unsubscribe," is now my motto!
Got up at 9:01 made a brilliant cup of coffee, after feeding my unfairly meowing cats, and then discovered a brilliant day, out there, with a wonderful spring-like temperature while taking the dogs out for their morning visit. Is there anything more wonderful than being alive?
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Second Life Thrift Store to hold Spring Fling Open House!
Benefiting Atlanta’s homeless pets
March 12, 2011, 11 a.m.-3 p.m., Avondale Estates
Second Life, which opened January 8 in Avondale Estates to benefit Atlanta's homeless pets, will hold a Spring Fling Open House at the store on Saturday, March 12 from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. to thank its loyal customers and welcome new ones.
Second Life is an upscale thrift store that sells gently used clothing, home décor, and furniture in a boutique-style environment - offering consignment store quality at thrift store prices. Proceeds from sales are donated to animal rescue organizations to support the common mission of reducing the number of homeless pets. Donations for the store are accepted year-round during store hours and volunteers are always needed.
Founded by Tanya Mahrous Tobias and her husband Toby Tobias, their mission is to create a fun, pet-friendly shopping experience where every purchase helps give homeless pets a second chance at life. In addition, it is their goal to help educate pet owners about the importance of being responsible owners and spaying and neutering their pets. More than 80,000 pets are euthanized each year in the greater Atlanta metropolitan area due to lack of homes.
The inspiration for Second Life is Lucky, their 16-year old rescued Dalmatian who was once homeless and deemed “unadoptable” by a rescue organization. His official role now is as Chief Smile Officer and his job is to make people smile while shopping in the store.
Asked how they got started, Tanya said, “Lucky is the reason they got involved in volunteering with animal rescue and why they opened Second Life – to raise awareness that shelter pets make wonderful pets and deserve loving homes.” Toby added, “the Second Life store is just the means to raising money, but their overall goal is to be very community-focused and part of the solution - by educating the public about the importance of being responsible pet owners.”
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K Poems
And you may watch it grow with me
Someday I will plant a weeping willow tree
in a yard of a house that I am living in,
and I will watch it grow, just like I watched
my children grow, just like I am watching
my grandson grow, just like I am watching
my dogs, cats, and turtles grow.
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Because we are close
I like you, but I can't let
your opinion weigh me down.
You are only one person.
You are not God, like you
think you are. Those close
to you often think that
they can stick a knife in you
and that you are supposed to like it
because you are close.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
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No no no
You call it an election
looks like a lecture to me,
you are telling me
that your way of life is best for me.
No no no.
No no no.
I sang when the others were silent;
they were scared to be alone.
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Peace and Love.
"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world
straight in the eye."--Helen Keller
The dogs, and I, went out for a beautiful long walk, today, because it was Long Walk Thursday, as I call it, and because the weather outside is magnificent. At the start of our walk there are two little parks, I guess that I will call them, covered in daffodils. There is, also, a beautiful forsythia shrub in the smaller of the two parks.
Someone said yesterday how nice it is to cut some forsythia, and keep it in your house, so I thought to myself that at the end of this dog walk I am going to go get me some forsythia, and a few daffodils,
After our dog walk, I dropped the dogs back at the house, grabbed a make-shift vase, and some scissors, and headed to the mini-parks. I cut some forsythia, and was getting me a few daffodils when this lady, who reminded me of Arianna Huffington pulled up in nice car, with a cell phone to her ear, and said, in her best Zsa Zsa Gabor accent, "These are for the neighborhood."
"But I'm only taking a few," was all I could think to say.
"He is watching you, too," she said, and drove off, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man holding a cell phone staring at me from the front of his house.
That cell phone made me think that he might be calling the cops, and I certainly didn't want to go to jail for picking flowers, so I walked extra fast back to my home, which is four houses down from the parks.
You see, lady, I live in the neighborhood, too!
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Keith Richards needs $29.99 per book sold, or whatever percentage that he gets, like I need to start smoking crack. I can't afford the book, but I want to see if the book is worth a shit. The girl who showed me where the Richards book was, at in The Book Store, told me that it wasn't; she said that that Keith writes like he talks, which is to mean, I guess, that he is hard to understand. She said that she put the book down about half way through it. She also said that she wasn't much into The Stones, and that Keith didn't have help writing it, but it does say "with James Fox" on the first page.
At a penny under thirty bucks, I am not going to own my own hardcover copy any time soon, so I will just have to keep coming to the coffee shop, taking it off the shelf, and reading it while I sip on coffee, at The Bookstore. I used to work here. I have seen people camp out on these tables daily, for years at a time. Time is on my side. Time waits for no man and it won't wait for me. Keith here II come, you've got me under your thumb.
Start me up.
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The first chapter of Keith Richards' book, "Life," reminds me of the book, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," by Hunter Thompson. Maybe it's the drugs, man.
If the rest of the book is as good as the first chapter, where Keith, and Ron Woods, nearly get busted in Arkansas with a car full of drugs, then the book is worth thirty bucks. I love this jewel from chapter 1: "The choice always was a tricky one for the authorities who arrested us. Do you want to lock them up, or have your photograph taken with them...?!!"
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When I used to have major depression issues, flowers often pulled me through difficult times. I would walk the streets and pick them from folks front yards, bring them home with me, put them in a vase, and smile.
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I have two email addresses: one is mainly top secret, for close friends, and family only, and the other is open to the mass of man and women who inhabit the planet. The inhabitable e mail box has gotten out of control: all kinds of Evil Corporations, and entities that really have nothing good to offer me, have been making the box bulge with nothingness, so I have been eliminating folks. "Unsubscribe," is now my motto!
Got up at 9:01 made a brilliant cup of coffee, after feeding my unfairly meowing cats, and then discovered a brilliant day, out there, with a wonderful spring-like temperature while taking the dogs out for their morning visit. Is there anything more wonderful than being alive?
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Second Life Thrift Store to hold Spring Fling Open House!
Benefiting Atlanta’s homeless pets
March 12, 2011, 11 a.m.-3 p.m., Avondale Estates
Second Life, which opened January 8 in Avondale Estates to benefit Atlanta's homeless pets, will hold a Spring Fling Open House at the store on Saturday, March 12 from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. to thank its loyal customers and welcome new ones.
Second Life is an upscale thrift store that sells gently used clothing, home décor, and furniture in a boutique-style environment - offering consignment store quality at thrift store prices. Proceeds from sales are donated to animal rescue organizations to support the common mission of reducing the number of homeless pets. Donations for the store are accepted year-round during store hours and volunteers are always needed.
Founded by Tanya Mahrous Tobias and her husband Toby Tobias, their mission is to create a fun, pet-friendly shopping experience where every purchase helps give homeless pets a second chance at life. In addition, it is their goal to help educate pet owners about the importance of being responsible owners and spaying and neutering their pets. More than 80,000 pets are euthanized each year in the greater Atlanta metropolitan area due to lack of homes.
The inspiration for Second Life is Lucky, their 16-year old rescued Dalmatian who was once homeless and deemed “unadoptable” by a rescue organization. His official role now is as Chief Smile Officer and his job is to make people smile while shopping in the store.
Asked how they got started, Tanya said, “Lucky is the reason they got involved in volunteering with animal rescue and why they opened Second Life – to raise awareness that shelter pets make wonderful pets and deserve loving homes.” Toby added, “the Second Life store is just the means to raising money, but their overall goal is to be very community-focused and part of the solution - by educating the public about the importance of being responsible pet owners.”
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K Poems
And you may watch it grow with me
Someday I will plant a weeping willow tree
in a yard of a house that I am living in,
and I will watch it grow, just like I watched
my children grow, just like I am watching
my grandson grow, just like I am watching
my dogs, cats, and turtles grow.
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Because we are close
I like you, but I can't let
your opinion weigh me down.
You are only one person.
You are not God, like you
think you are. Those close
to you often think that
they can stick a knife in you
and that you are supposed to like it
because you are close.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
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No no no
You call it an election
looks like a lecture to me,
you are telling me
that your way of life is best for me.
No no no.
No no no.
I sang when the others were silent;
they were scared to be alone.
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