December, 2012

Seven, Simply Heaven

Monday, December 31st, 2012

Luke and I spent Saturday with our friend and soul mate from Washington state, P. Damn Pedersen. My heart was so full just looking at her, hanging with her at Pita Jungle then at our bungalow on First Ave. We laughed like hyenas in the wild as we told stories and caught up on every detail since last we all saw each other.

P. Damn lived on Vashon Island at the same time Luke and I did, the late 80s and early 90s. P. Damn is an amazing poet and writer. And she is one-of-a-kind in the way she has chosen to live her life which is far from over! I am richer for knowing her and I’m certain Luke agrees.

We love you, P. Damn. Happy New Year.

Six Six, Pick up Sticks

Friday, December 28th, 2012

It is time to run the Republicans over the “fiscal cliff.”

Here’s why: Bill Clinton was elected in 1992 and the Republicans deemed him an illegitimate president, whatever that means to them. It did mean that they tried to impeach him in his 2nd term under false pretenses using an out-of-control prosecutor, Mr. Starr (oh, the memories of him). Then we had President Bush for 2 terms and the Republicans rolled over for him like lap dogs and let him start and fight 2 wars without paying for them. Without paying for them! Instead, we got the infamous Bush tax cuts which Democrats were opposed to in 2001 and 2003 and have spent a decade blasting as a reckless policy that represents nothing but a giveaway to the rich. Apparently even Bush is sick of hearing about his Bush tax cuts.

Cut to 2008: President Obama is elected. The Republicans deem (from the Middle English demen, from Old English deman; akin to Old High German tuomen to judge, Old English dom doom, First Known Use: before 12th century) him an illegitimate president and do everything in their power to force him to fail. Mitch McConnell said so. Out loud. Then just last month President Obama was reelected with over a 4 million vote margin yet the Republicans still can’t believe he won and still think he is illegitimate so now we are hanging off a “fiscal cliff” of the Republicans making because they refuse to listen to the electorate, refuse to work with the President and are willing, it appears, to destroy our country to placate their silly little oaths and biases, indeed their disregard, bordering on hate, for the American people.

Detect a pattern here?

Shove the Republicans over the fiscal cliff - they are no longer capable of governing.

Part Five, More Jive

Wednesday, December 26th, 2012

DUIs and Blow Jobs

Senator Crapo from Idaho abstains from alcohol like his fellow Idahoan Senator Craig abstains from tapping his foot in airport bathroom stalls.

Here’s More, Part Four

Sunday, December 23rd, 2012

I almost think I love you more for it for being what you are rather than what was expected of you.”

- Frank Bruni’s father at the end of a dinner with his son as they discuss the years of Frank’s coming out.

- Frank Bruni is the first openly gay Op-Ed columnist of The New York Times.

Here Ye/Part Three

Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

A same sex couple can be married in the state of Washington in the morning and have a legal bong hit in the afternoon.

President Obama ~~~ do not give ground in these year end budget talks.
You won
in a landslide ~
the people
are on your side ~

I came upon a runaway horse one morning while taking a walk on the loop by Anne’s house on the Priest River in Idaho. I rubbed its forehead and the bridge of its nose before it trotted across a meadow and disappeared in a stand of trees.

Year in Review/Part Two

Monday, December 17th, 2012

“And over there we have people making those little Japanese birds.” Don Lemon, CNN, covering the Memorial Service in Newtown, Connecticut 12/16/12.

The Year in Review

Monday, December 17th, 2012

Beautiful
complicated
passionate
woman

my momma
died on Presidents’ Day
5 p.m.
Virginia time
I grieve
Sanna Jean
muscles ache
bone pain
trouble drawing breath

she is
in boats
in caves
with me
in dreams

by the sea
our heels dig into wet sand

her first born
a rope
of love

chokes us
green eyes
hers greener
noses
bull-tempers

oh yes momma
I will

I will know the difference
in a hundred years