THE ERROR OF MY WAYS

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THE ERROR OF MY WAYS

My daughter was one of eight teenagers shot at that party.

When I got to the hospital she was still in the resuscitation area .  I forced my way to the gurney.  Her eyes were wide with fear and pleading as the ER team frantically worked on her.  She slowly turned her head toward me as I cried, “Baby!”, and then her eyes turned glassy.  The cops had to pull me to ground.  I heard the cry of the monitors as their signals terminated.  Someone was screaming.  It was me.

I saw my wife running.  She was running to me but I couldn’t hear her.  I was a pair of eyes floating where my soul had vanished.  My face was hot and wet.  My heart dripped in snot to the floor.  I was defeated and I tried to die, I mentally willed myself to die…

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THE JERRY SLITHER SHOW!

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THE JERRY SLITHER SHOW!

[Ssnerdly, The Producer]

“On in 3, 2, 1…”

[Audience]

(Excited wiggling, hissing and rattling, chanting)

“Jer-ry, Jer-ry, Jer-ry!…”

[Ssibelius, The Announcer, stage right]

“It’s time again for the Jerry Slither Sshow!  Now, from East Eden Sstudios, it’s Jerry!”

[Ssnerdly, The Producer]

“Cue the Studio Band”

(The Rad Rattlers, an all Black Snake ensemble, shakes and rattles and rolls on their assortment of rattlesnake tails)

[Ssnerdly, The Producer]

“Cue Jerry on 3, 2, 1…”

(The host Jerry Slither whips onto stage center and the audience wildly hissessss.  Jerry does his signature mock Cobra dance and the audience laughssss.)

[Jerry Slither]

“Ssssalutations everyone.  What a great audience.  Hey, I know that you are all up on current hisssstory, right?  What a great audience.  Well, have you heard that East Eden has rattle-fied ‘Same Sex Mating’?  When it passed there was one great ‘Hith’.

[Audience]

(Scattered…

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THE UNICORN’S BLESSING

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LA BÉNÉDICTION DE LA LICORNE

(THE UNICORN’S BLESSING)

    chapter 2 whisper - crop1   am Giselle, the fourth daughter of my father Vaux le seigneur de la guerre (the warlord).  I am seven years old.  I hear my sisters playing with the boys in the forest.  I take a path toward them that leads me through the meadow.

        The grass in the meadow is as high as my waist as I wade across.  A multitude of grasshoppers, moths, and butterflies arise to greet me and they alight upon my rough tunic like jewels.  The tall grasses wear helmets of golden spikes and the multitude of them bows to me in waves.  They are my Armée de la Prairie (Army of the Meadow).  I am the Warlord Queen.  I nod to my loyal army.

        Then I see two kittens in a nest of grass, a back one and a white one.  They…

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FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND DEBT COLLECTORS

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FAMILY, FRIENDS, and DEBT COLLECTORS

System Greeting

Faun Meadows you have [eleven] unheard messages.

Message One

        Faun, it’s your mother.  Are you avoiding me?  Please call me back as soon as you get this, OK?  Love you.

Message Two

        Yo’, Faun.  It’s me.  Remember?  [laughs]  I put the ‘penis’ in ‘happiness’?  Remember?  Hey, I’m back for awhile, so if you’re ‘open’  [laughs]  let me know.  But don’t make me wait ‘too long’, y’know?  [laughs]

Message Three

        This message is for Faun Meadows.  This is The Loan Ranger dot com.  Your first ‘Fast Loan’ payment is overdue and will result in legal action unless you come current immediately.  Call me back at 1.LOANRANGER.  If you have already made this payment please disregard this message.  Have a Hi-Ho Day.

Message Four

        Faun, this is Daddy.  Your mother called.  Why are you avoiding her?  Don’t make this harder than…

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THE TEMPEST LOUNGE

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THE TEMPEST LOUNGE

        This is the city of Tacoma on Washington State’s Puget Sound, thirty miles south of Seattle.  “Tacoma” is a Native American name meaning “that frozen water”.  In the late 19th Century, Tacoma was called the “City of Destiny” because it had been chosen as the western terminus of the Northern Pacific Railroad.  This was once the place “where the rails meet the sails”.

        In the beginning of this 21st Century the singer Neko Richelle Case sang of Tacoma in her composition Thrice All American:

It’s a dusty old jewel in the South Puget Sound

where the factories churn

and the timber’s all cut down”.

        That is Peter Giacomo in the maroon-colored Lexus over there, an on-duty Police Commander who has just arrived into the parking lot of The Tempest Lounge.  He is going to surprise his estranged wife Helen.

        He parks.  Peter…

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ECCLESIASTES 20:13

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ECCLESIASTES 20:13

Hi, I’m a stranger in a familiar land

I wasn’t one of them

I’m not one of you

It’s all in our minds isn’t it?

Money, country, love

Hate seems real, but it isn’t

Death is real, right?

I hear no objections, no contradictions from any dead people

I understand why cultures have worshipped Death

You can count on Death

Everything else is in your mind

Will everything else let you down, betray your trust, and make a fool of you?

Why then should I care?

Who the fuck Adam I?

Sorry, Freudian slip,

Who the fuck I AM?

Sorry, fatigue

Who the fuck is I?

I am waiting for my taxes to be done, on earth as they are in Heaven, in your mind

Devoutly to be wished

What’s that they’re saying now?

“The Server is down”?  Holy Jesus, what the Hell’s next?

I guess I’ll…

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OUT OF THE PARK

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        Anything is possible.

Few things are probable.

When something transcends probability it is called a miracle.

I died.

I died while you were yet my little girl.  My sweet little “Sassafras”.  And yet I cannot go on past this moment.  I remain with you always.

Life goes on miraculously and with divine cruelty.  I can see you.  I cannot touch you anymore.  Yet I feel you tenderly the way I once felt my very breath.  You cannot see me anymore.  Yet you feel my nudge whenever you lose your way.

I chose you as my light when I died to the world.

I have become your Guardian Angel, my Sassafras, like the ones in those bedtime stories that I used to read to you.

I feel you thinking, “Where was your Guardian Angel, Daddy?”

Daddy’s Guardian Angel was watching the big game with Daddy and I guess Daddy couldn’t…

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