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May Medusa

May 25th, 2020

Got a great gig going.

Here’s my 56th monthly feature on Medusa’s Kitchen past 54 months.

Many thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth… she has a magic touch in matching fotos to poems and poems to flow.

She puts up a new feature every day of the year, for years and years, maybe even decades.

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/05/life-aint-easy.html

My last book of poetry – Where Never Was Already Is, 2018 , Crisis Chronicles Press – consists of all 244 poems and 29 of the illustrations that appeared on Medusa my first 27 months.

http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/098Smith.html


 

lady scramble

May 23rd, 2020

recent Facebook post by Lady:

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Jayce Renner has this great tool for poetry – https://cutuphaha.stackblitz.io/

First two stanza’s mine, third stanza the rearrangement from the tool.

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A little bit of unmooring is a good thing
Letting the rope slacken to enjoy the fern bouncing to the silver spring breeze which beckons like a reminder
of expanses of time like ice cores
filled with childhood oxygen

New green, grackles effing freshly on
the clean palate of a spring bough

is
rope to
of reminder Letting clean enjoy ice breeze oxygen
good the a of the bough
which like expanses a beckons
fern filled green, unmooring a spring
the spring palate of grackles
the cores little time
of on slacken childhood silver effing a like
bit bouncing new to with thing
freshly

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a virus stronger than lies

May 21st, 2020

Trump’s desperate to open the country for business because his reelection depends on how well folk are financially.

It’ll be counter-productive… and ugly.

By opening too soon, the virus will rebound stronger and larger, and many more people of all political persuations and financial straits will die enmass – which will both reduce his base by death and piss off the survivors.

The first wave of the 1918 Spanish Flu killed 3 to 5 million people… then people got tired of taking precautions, returned to business, and the second wave killed 20 million people.

(Wikipedia says “The death toll is estimated to have been anywhere from 17 million to 50 million, and possibly as high as 100 million”).

All Trump and his 1% will accomplish is mass death, loss of confidence in both business and government, and financial chaos – all of which will make his reelection chances even worse.

He’ll be killing folk for no reward.

Looks like it’s lose-lose for Trump no matter what he does.

Which is win-win for those who survive.


 

2020 art rent envelopes (so far)

May 15th, 2020

Past few years I’ve been arting my rent envelopes before I slip them under my landlords’ door.

Here’s 2020 (so far)






 

2019 art rent envelopes

May 15th, 2020

Past few years I’ve been arting my rent envelopes before I slip them under my landlords’ door. (3 missing cuz theywere out of country)

Here’s 2019.









 

2018 art rent envelopes

May 15th, 2020

Past few years I’ve been arting my rent envelopes before I slip them under my landlords’ door.

Here’s 2018.













 

2017 art rent envelopes

May 15th, 2020

Past few years I’ve been arting my rent envelopes before I slip them under my landlords’ door… missing 3 months due to landlords being out of country

Here’s 2017.










 

Benedict Donald

May 12th, 2020

Benedict Donald,
TrumpVirus Buffoon and World Laughing Stock







 

statused Lady

April 22nd, 2020

2 recent Lady statuses on Facebook…
her new poem 4.12.2020, and eye status yesterday.

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I cup you the habit of our automatic mornings
your sidling up to me from the murk of 4 a.m.
your plump warm lips

There’s the essence reconstructed when I’m grounded
from the meta meta meta-ing: I feel you as an animal friend,
a mammal, the surprise of a smile

I’d purchase an inch of your plucky chest flesh
touch my lips to your silk clay skin sprouting
productive bristles of salt and pepper beard

In particular you are a lean-to of a man
a codger, an otter shaking its beard
in the water a duck a bear scratching its back
or sometimes you quicken like a snake
and howl at the dogs
who bite you on the head

Words fall from you like rubble, like skin cells,
your casual casting aside, your
quizzical scratches, natural gravity,
my feel good lazy boy companion

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The doctor who gave me the eye injection yesterday is an understudy of my doc. He’s a bit unsure of himself and also did not give me numbing swabs (which help a lot) initially. He gave me two numbing drops and right away proceeded to inject me with another numbing shot before the big needle. I wasn’t expecting the numbing needle as usually they do the swabs first! So I jumped and the needle pulled out!

He said he’s sorry, that he couldn’t do anything, and that I needed to be still. I was absolutely sure I could not have that needle applied without jumping again, and I felt like throwing up. I said, “What about the swabs?” He got the swabs (about 4% lidocaine) and applied them and we waited 10 minutes.

Then he marked my eye with a pen for the big needle, and it hurt! I was panicked again at this point and asked for more swabs, so he applied more swabs. Then he was able to give me the numbing shot, no problem, and then another 10 minutes later the big needle, which this time was no problem (it had been before).

The numbing shot provides a bubble of juice through which they inject the bigger needle for the steroid. Crazy! The first time I had the big needle, I could feel it at the end point pricking *inside the eye.* The docs know when to pull the needle back out because there’s a release when the capsule goes through, a click.

He told me to tap my feet as I was given the big needle, that it would provide another focus for my brain and I would not notice the needle as much. I’m actually the one who told him about this trick last year.

The difference between this needle and the one I’d been getting initially is that they are actually inserting a dissolvable steroid capsule, where before they were injecting fluid. I much prefer the fluid, because of the needle size, and because I can see the capsule bobbing around in my eye for a month after they put it in (it’s yellow!). But the drug makers make more money with the capsule, so they have made the liquid steroid scarce.

Ever since my main doctor stopped giving me the shots and has had understudies do it, it’s been pretty traumatic and I get upset the rest of the day. I want the understudies to gain experience though, and I’m also actually too shy to ask my doc to do the needle rather than them.


 

strange fotos, odd poems

April 19th, 2020

my April 2020 feature on Medusa’s Kitchen…

10 fotos, 9 poems about warm worms, moos per gallon, Sisyphus, living alone, residuals, faux presidents with small hands, cultural skidmarks, Armageddon, and me falling on my butt… plus 10 strange fotos and a Lady collage of ladies…

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/04/deep-in-oh-oh.html

Thanks to editor/publisher Kathy Kieth for this 53 month (so far) gig.


 

 
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