BBQ Sauce

We all have that one thing we ate an excessive amount as a kid. Some it was chicken nuggets, other were hot dogs, some were crackers. Mine? Well, I went through a few stages of food obsession. 

One was the dreadful Chicken And A Biscuit stage! All I would eat, according to my parents and older brother, was the cracker brand Chicken And A Biscuit. If you ask them, the story they will tell you is boxes littered the car and the house, and everything smelled like those crackers. To this day, neither my family, nor I will touch them.

Next, it was chicken nuggets. But not just ANY chicken nuggets, it was the special kind you got at the store that had cheese on the inside! I think about them now and it honestly makes me gag slightly (nasty cheese in chicken nuggets? Something truly only a kid can love!) 

Now the worst, and probably final serious obsession with a specific food item would be cheese and special ketchup! 

Whats special ketchup? It’s what I used to call BBQ sauce. (I was such a delightful child!) And you’re probably curious as to what exactly ‘cheese and special ketchup’ entitled as a meal. Well, what I would do was my mom would give me 3 or four slices of the Kraft Singles American cheese, and a little cup of BBQ sauce in this small dish. I would then roll these cheese slices together into a ball and dunk the cheese into the BBQ sauce. It is probably the weirdest, and most revolting thing to eat. (In my opinion, but hey, who knows!) I did this all the time, cheese and bbq, cheese and bbq. It was practically everything I ate!!! 

Until one day I was watching Star Wars (I was that kind of awesome kid didn’t I tell you?!) and the creature that lost Anakin Skywalker in a bet to Obi-Wan had this strange reddish tint in his beard or chin or whatever it was! Anyways, it made me think: Is this guy loving the bbq sauce or special ketchup too?! Is my face stained because of all this bbq sauce?! OMG I MUST LOOK SO WEIRD THATS IT IM SO DONE. And with this thought I picked up my plate with my half eaten ball of cheese and dish of bbq sauce and brought it out to my mother who was in the kitchen doing something or another and told her straight up “I’m done eating this. I’m quitting it.” And I literally never touched it again. Lol my parents think it’s a riot and still tell the day when I quit special ketchup and cheese ‘Cold Turkey’ and they say the same will power sticks with me today. :] 


My Life Story: A Prequel (or Orphic Distraction)

Godhood of the Infinitely Small

I wrote this a while back and recently reworked it – new clay, new vision. You won’t get the orphic reference until the end, but I insist the entire piece is merely a riff on inverted reflections of lyrical cubism in a variegated temporal dysphoria as seen through orange glass during a supernova hurricane of the soul.

Head of Orpheus on the Water or the Mystic - Odilon Redon - 1880


I am…

punched in the back of the head on the track during off-season. I’m thirteen and running in a white t-shirt and light grey warm-ups and tears are streaming down my face. A cadre of ne’er-do-wells defends me from the attacks of the hillbilly fuck whose daddy beats him, but I disdainfully brush away their pity, and I run until my asthma attacks me and I collapse on the track. I can see my house just across the street and think to go home is even worse. And I am…

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We Can Make a Difference–Right Here, Right Now

This is wonderful!

everyday gurus


“Peace is not something you wish for, it something you make, something you do, something you are, something you give away.”–Robert Fulghum

In an effort to actively do something to create more peace in the world in 2013, I am dedicating a number of my posts specifically to peace. I invite you to join me. We can call ourselves “Bloggers for Peace.” Everyone is invited to join. The requirements are simple and flexible.

  • Devote at least one post a month to/for/about peace. If you write poems or fiction, write a piece about peace. If you take photos, post a photo or gallery that reflects, symbolizes, defines, or creates peace. If you write rants, rant at something that disturbs the peace or rant about something that promotes peace. If you are into zen, post a blank white page. If you are an artist…you get the idea. Feel free to…

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The Great Beyond.

The age old question: What’s after this life? What lies in the great beyond?  Roads of gold, raining rose pedals and everyone is glowing? We are internally satisfied with ourselves, and everything around us. We’ve never felt such peace before. But is there pain? Are we alone in our own paradise? But what if paradise is with our loved ones, even the loved ones we left back on earth? What then? Do we wait for them, or are they somehow there, but even though they wouldn’t really be? I wonder constantly about death and whats after. I think all of it frightens me. People say there is nothing more, just darkness we never awake from. What a horrible, horrible thing. We cease to exist and yet we wouldn’t even know it! We would just one day…be gone. 

Whats worse? Knowing you’ve gone and going some where so new and going there alone? It’s such a horrible thought. All of it. 


She Would Have Been

This is simply beautiful! I absolutely love it!

Shannon E. Williams

Mary Frances
teary eyed still
smiling while
wringing her hands,
a half laugh
the quiver of her chin.

She would have been
shuffling in the house
slippers, her bird-boned
legs a dampered clapper
inside a bell of ruby velour
shushing the floor
and swaying her towards
Eddie Arnold
who croons from the bedside
table to fold
her in sleep.

She would have been
dusting powder
soft folds below her arms,
whispering powder
blue vein into crepe
chiffon before putting on
her lips. She would have been
calling me

Sugar, come over here.
Let me have a look at you.

Her hands

busy laying out the satin slip to wear
to her grave
and open
to me. Always opening,
she would have been
102, teary eyes still
like a mouth
turning up
for a kiss.

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