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POEM | Santa Claus In Training

I am becoming that old man most people like—bearded and giggling.

I am pleased with this direction, even though I likely have no choice.

I seek it. Something in my genetics, maybe. And in the genes of all the men like me.

We’re a jolly kin meant for joyhood.

Job Description: Remind them that real laughter is holy.

What do you want for your holiday/Monday/yesterday? Tell me loud or with a stare. We may not speak it, but we read body language better than most.

Who needs a chimney when you’ve got a round-trip bus ticket?

My sleigh rides the rails. Sometimes it’s pulled by a Greyhound.

Eat your cookies, we’re all diabetic now, I’m sweet enough for the both of us.

None of us are saints. None of us are truly married.

But we’re all born to be this. Joymaking is a universal balance. It’s whispered to us the first time we see the same skill in someone else.

Be merry, it says.

Be merry, indeed.

I was born for this.

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POEM | Search Party

First, search for god in children.

If it is not there today, then look to all pets before adult humans. A hamster may hold The Creator. Or look to a nervous smoke-detector or a phone book.

Then maybe to a stalk of corn, a generous faucet, orange Play-Doh, or a broken clock—it will be there before it can ever be inside mankind.

If you stumble upon it, and it has a mouth, it will smile at you just before it inserts a paper clip into an electric wall socket.

And it will say to you, before the jolt:

Macandcheeezzz!

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Antarctica is Awesome!

I have been fascinated of late with the continental no man’s “land” of Antarctica. It occurred to me that it would technically encompass all Earthly time zones and being that it experiences extreme day-night cycles, it has no real need for daylight savings time being the sun sticks around all summer. This made me ponder Antarctica much further…

TURNS OUT…

The coldest temperature recorded was −89.2 °C (−128.6 °F) at Vostok Station (Russia) on 1983-07-21 (winter)

Warmest temperature recorded was 14.6 °C (59 °F) at Vanda Station (defunct) on 1974-01-05 (summer)

“…the population doing and supporting science or engaged in the management and protection of the Antarctic region varies from approximately 4,400 in summer to 1,100 in winter; in addition, approximately 1,000 personnel, including ship’s crew and scientists doing onboard research, are present in the waters of the treaty region; peak summer (December-February) population – 4,490 total” (Indexmundi.com)

MORE LINKS ON ANTARCTICA

Time In Antarctica

Population

Current weather

Amazing information on Russia’s Vostok Station (I’d snoop around the site for other stations as well.)

Thanks for reading!

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For Jack McCarthy

Jack is on stage now. Sitting and pacing himself. So wise and vivacious. He is loved so thoroughly, here in this room. Everyone here will confirm this. Everyone who sent in something to be read here tonight has made an impact; thank you from the Seattle/Boston scenes. Thank you from my heart. Thank you from a man who just wants to be a poet and a writer.

Thank you, Jack.

I love you.

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POEM | My Immortal Beloved

She is always in pain
I am learning to
never be one for her
Were only my kiss
heroic/n

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IMAGE | Sandwich Shop Mural, Oakland, CA

Don’t mind if I do! (Photo taken by me in Oakland, California; June 2011)

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IMAGE | Dear Electric Pole, Portland, OR

Portland, Oregon—January 2012.

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

I have a very foggy, clouded recollection of being born. It was all too bright, scary, cold and confusing. I have attributed those feelings to the act of being born, but I cannot be sure. My first clear memory is of me at six months old, being held by my grandmother’s neighbor. She kept “goo-goo-gaga-ing” me and I kept feeling concerned for her lack of intelligence. I remember feeling too close to her face and untrusting of her.