Sunday, July 8, 2012



THE BATTLE OF EDEN
Before the old were very young
Before the young were ever here
The minstrel's song was gaily sung
And children danced without a fear

The groves were green; the breeze was kind
The grass grew sweet; the birdsong shrill
Maidens were strong; men had one mind
Love was a feast; all ate their fill

Down swept the witch, down from Mount Doom
Down like a firestorm, eyes red with rage
Down towards Eden with a pall of gloom
Down came the end to their golden age

Lies from the east, hate from the west
War swept like flood; one end to the other
Pillaging their peace, raping their rest
Setting sun against moon, man against brother

Down, down she came to Eden's pristine plains
Binding town and dell with her harsh sulphur spell
The cruel she brought axes; the helpless got chains
Yet all was not lost; 'twould all soon be well

Galloping triumphant on a mighty white steed
To their rescue came Adam, son of MacBath
Onward bringing hope in their time of need
Soon the witch would taste salvation's wrath

Forward he charged with a stout battle cry
Aiming his spear straight through her heart
Today that evil harpie would surely die
The dragnet she'd cast would be torn apart

The witch sat stern on her fulsome brass dragon
Glaring at Adam with cat-eyed defiance
"Thou art weak many, and I the strongest one!"
She sneered, as she mocked their war science

Again Adam charged knocking her horseless
To the hard ground as she sputtered and spat
Her vile dragon fled leaving her forceless
And at the mercy of Adam she grudgingly sat

"Fie upon thee now, thou harridan bitch!"
Cried Adam from his steed, a towering sight
Then thrust her through without pitying twitch
"All that thou'st undone I'll again make right!"

He sliced off her head and holding it high
Shouted,"Long live Eden; the cursed witch is dead!"
The people wept with joy, not a single eye was dry
Eden lives forever now the cursed witch is dead!

Saturday, June 30, 2012



JUST LIKE MARILYN MONROE

the girl can’t help it;
cuter than a bug’s left earlobe
bright as a bowl of buzzing cherry jello
deeper than a flat flying saucer
she’s eye-poppingly parabolic
she’s heart-grindingly hyperbolic
she wears it all on the inside scoop
she’ll win it all without even trying.

the girl can’t make it
on the crooked outside
without an inside man
to play her straight and true
to shower her with hard-won stash
to bathe her pain in diamond stoles

the girl won’t buy  it!
she’s out to own
the farm, the field, the cows.
she wants to be elected queen of the board.
she won’t bake bread.
she won’t deliver milk.
she washes her husband’s words of will
down the kitchen drain
with the lettuce leaves and coffee grounds.

the girl couldn’t take it.
they found her-
a persecuting pack of paparazzi
found her
taking an eternal nap in her birthday gown,
choked on a surfeit
of chocolate-covered quaaludes.
her selfless ego
beaten bloody-mary blue
by the angels of stardom.
her last murmured words;
regret that she wasn’t still fishing
for tips and wolf-whistles
at cece’s truckstop in secaucus.
back there she was a nobody,
but back then she was real!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Here are some pictures taken from our trip to Heceta Head. Unfortunately dumb me forgot to charge my battery before the trip or there would have been a lot more pictures including some group shots.

We dropped by the Darlingtonia Wayside on the way to Heceta. Turns out these special plants are a species of Venus Flytrap indigenous to Southern Oregon and Northern California.


Darlingtonia Californiensis
Also known as Cobra-Lily

Not too cold but very misty here at the coast. I'm glad I got to get these pictures before my camera pooped out completely. Not only was the Lighthouse closed for renovations, it was covered completely in a black tarp that made it look just like a big black silo. I talked with one woman who had come all the way from Wisconsin to see it and was she ever disappointed! Fortunately we got to see the Keeper's house #1 which is now a Bed and Breakfast establishment. Guided tours are offered every 15 minutes. The interior downstairs was elegant with a small organ, piano, a primitive Singer sewing machine, and a lovely-sounding chime clock. We were not allowed to see the upstairs as guests were present.


Keeper's house #2.
Keeper's house #1 which was built to look just like its mirror image
was pulled down by hand in 1937.
up towards the Keeper's house #2

Me in front of Keeper's house #2





Overall a very nice trip and the weather was coast-perfect. Several of us stopped at Mo's in downtown Florence for fish and burgers, and then headed back to Eugene.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

I first started seriously writing poetry back in March of 1999. My father had given me his old Mac SE to use for writing and I began to put it to good use.

Below is the very first piece I wrote:


ICEBERG MAN
Empty heart, emptier brain
Clueless, arrogant, and vain
Stone-cold eyes oozing disdain
Loving goes against the grain


When I sought your inner mind
Bitter pulp, plenty of rind
Somehow knew I wasn’t your kind
You’d toss out what I would find


Never bend, O King of Cool
Rip and rend; that is your rule
Not a friend unless a tool
In the end, a royal fool

Later today I will be taking a trip to the Oregon coast with Mary-Minn Sirag and members of the Autism Support Group. We were hoping to visit the lighthouse at Heceta Head but it turns out to be closed for repairs. I'm sure we'll discover other interesting points of interest like all the flotsam that's been coming in from the Fukishima disaster. We should look and admire but not touch these objects as they are most likely contaminated with radioactivity.  Many pictures will be taken and posted on tomorrow's blog.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

First Post

Greetings Everyreader!

This is my 1st time posting to a blog.
Primarily this will be a place where you can read my  poetry and view my fractal images.
Renderosity and Deviantart are excellent sites in their own way but have not provided the kinds of feedback I am looking for. I guess I am just a lone artist in poet's clothing.
So I will begin with one of my favorite fractal images created entirely in UltraFractal 5.

NUBIAN NERD

In case you were wondering who the face belongs to in this image, it belongs to me!