Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Monday, October 13, 2014

Vivian Maier "A FANTASY" for Magpie 141

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"Not yet", said he--to the one named Vivian
who had just dis'barked her amphibian, 
(her private way to travel
without all the public babble.)

Inspector Maier, frequently called 
upon to investigate solutions of "the
insolvable" crimes, gathered evidence
through use of smoky mirrors.  Also a

Kodak Brownie, and strong reflecting light
completed her bag of tools.  
Set free to investigate and roam
She'd solve the crime--then rob the home.

A professional sleuth no longer...
Vivian Maier died a pauper.
Trapped by her own mirrors and light
Viv shot her last shot...gave up the fight.

NOTE: Suspecting Police 
had installed a Brownie 
behind each reflective glass
to catch this famous dowdy...


Sunday, October 5, 2014


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Burning desire
Way back there my house on fire
Men shooting their guns.

I remember when
There was no fence here at all.
Men set posts at night.

Why this barby wire?
Keep bad men out--or me in?
Neither accomplished...

Those people back there
Have no clue whut's gonna happen
(Mountain will blow up...)

Explosives planted
Everywhere. Yes, I did it.
Fireworks at nine.

--steveroni Oct 2014

Wednesday, October 1, 2014



Slowly you walk with old man,
in city where both live,
through greens and trees
in a park

Listen. Shhhhh. In breeze,
leaves, whispering 
accompaniment to lovely song
of a lark.

Sitting on wooden bench,
with ancient, trusty knife--
for just the two of you he
carves II...your mark.

Other things happen,
Hot dogs with relish, 
ice cream, chocolate.
Ah! A spark...

"Dear Madam, you have
made bright my day.
We walked, we talked,
you held this withered hand,
and now..........time 
to debark.
It is dark."


Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Neighborhood.


The Neighborhood

They said,
(By the way, 
who IS "they"?)
Anyway, they say,
"The Terraplane will 
fit like an aeroplane". 

The condo 'hood
above ground stood--
Plenty space to play.
Underground pipe
for children who like 
to seek...and to hide
(Don't have to find!)

In time (after) great flood
a subdivision built
Big boat, lots animals
with Noah settled nearby
in mud, muck, and mire,
discovered again
How to make--grin-- fire!

Now, only problem left--
be certain--make a list
and check it twice, thrice.
For the 
Is far


Sunday, September 21, 2014


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She walking, eyes full of tears
knows not where she go
nor seem to care
any more

as that river, overflowed with 
melting mountain snow-ice,
flood and current carried 
house away

like nicely appointed two-storied 
scow, she watched floating 
downstream, around bend,
her home

possessions, all destroyed. her bike,
computer, photos and books
everything she liked
forever gone

Where now to go, run, hide, 
bide time to think, start at the end
and end at begin

as little one walks, certain that
water rise no higher
than her boot tops.


Tuesday, September 16, 2014


courtesy: MAGPIE TALES

(attempted Haiku)

Oh my God, I am
beginning to remember...
my dear I hit you. 

Over a trivial 
triviality we fought.
And I thought you ought

be nicer to me.
As your head hit the marble
I took to the bottle

and drank it all. 
Now your body...what to do?
(You won't feel a thing.)


"Morning curtains" conjures an idyllic situation/scene.  I enjoyed disturbing it a bit, almost like a child smearing up an artist's freshly painted work.

Monday, September 8, 2014


Inspired by and Written for 


Look at me
upside down, 
my feet tingly
belly SO hot

Who are these creatures
swooshing, fluttering,
zooming like dive bombers, 
yet fearing to touch?

Wishing harm to me
planning my demise
it shall happen, that
one day all power 

will rapidly

--Your old fashioned 
100-watt light bulb
Steve E

Friday, September 5, 2014


Walking Skeleton by


A bit of me thinks 
that a bit of Universe 
is without meaning.

True faith is born here:
yes, of this meaninglessness, 
and my unknowing.

Chaos reigns supreme,
with all problems of the world
seeming insolvable.

I continue to 
believe everything OKAY
in the end--knowing

all safe in God's Hands.
Therein is proof of our faith
that God's still in charge.

--Steve E

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


More about artist Ces Adorio. Ces and artist friend Bella each donated a gift of their art to blogger friends--who gave $25 or more to Red Cross for relief of Japanese who had suffered after the great Earthquake and Tsunami of 2011.  They raised thousands of dollars. What an honor it is for me to have use of their art for illustrating my blog now and then. They are each on my sidebar "Blogroll"...

Drawing by CES

Please scroll down to Part I if you have not read that. Thank you

The following took place 

three months before 
Hump had a great fall 
off that great wall.

TAKE  (Part II of "Give and TAKE)

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Giuseppi, who laid that linoleum checkerboard floor for that rich guy. Ever since then, I've coveted that pig standing on the floor under the painting. It was a hard job, the squares had to be laid exactly "just so". Had to pick up the pig's feet one-by-one. 

The guy--we called him "Earless Hump", remember?--couldn't hear a sound. Shaped like an egg, all dressed fit-to-kill, he played (of all things) the gol-danged fiddle, which sounded
--O GOD!
 I don't believe he even knew. But I knew I wanted that hog.

I knew robbing him would be easy, he was so stuck on himself--in his lonely, noiseless world. That night the moonshine spilled over from the painting (large as a window!). I climbed right into his home through that painting--

Well, things happened pretty fast then  (aren't you glad--grin!). A mouse on top of the picture frame spotted--and immediately fell in love with--a mouse on the floor. As the mice played, they scampered up his pant leg. He abruptly turned, caught me red-handed, pulled out a gun and fired.

Visitors who come by for concerts, make "sign" gestures with their hands and ALWAYS ask him about the man half in and half out of the painting--like a "remarque"--with a little blood-red ink on the frame.

--Steve E
September 2014

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

GIVING and TAKING (Part 1--Giving)

Native of the Philippine Islands, Ces Adorio lives in the United States, and is my most favorite artist (she will tell you this is true!) Ces owns a Blog on which she has freely posted the results of her most unusual talents, drawing, painting and squiggling and writing.

 HUMPTY DUMPTY by Ces Adorio


The story begins, "Who ever heard of a violin-playing egg?" Well, I don't recall anyone ever declaring that eggs do NOT play violins. 

Humpty Dumpty was born deaf (no ears!), yet his dream was to be a concert violinist, to bring sounds of heaven to listeners, to lift people from doldrums of everyday life to a higher level of enjoyment, appreciation, meaning.  

Playing the violin looked easy. So Hump attended a symphony concert and sat in the front row by violin section and watched carefully. Then he bought a violin and bow. Hump (nickname) practiced all week what he'd seen, and it was good. 

Thousands of people rode to his estate, and after hearing him "play",  exclaimed he had technique and sound of Itzhak Perlman. He played always the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto--perfectly. Nobody needed lessons. HA!

One day, tired from rolling around the lawns, he sat on a wall to rest a bit. As history was being compiled, Hump fell off the wall, was being strewn about, broken into many pieces.

Investigating Detectives wondered at what they later found in his home--a violin bow, its hairs soaked with greasy soap--so Hump, in silence, could appear as if he were playing. But "No-ears" Hump was only making the motions. Nearby was his music center, a DVD playing LOUDLY the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto by soloist Itzhak Perlman--

Forever after, audiences refused to believe that Hump had not been making the music, kept insisting that Hump (who faked it with a greasy bow and never played a note in his life) played violin far better than Itzhak could ever dream of playing.

--Steve E

NOTE:  "TAKING" (Part 2 of Giving and Taking) will be posted in a couple days...please come back for it--you won't be sorry

Monday, September 1, 2014

MARIA (and the art of violin playing)

The following actually happened to me about 15 years ago while "entertaining" in the Alzheimer's Center of a Naples, Florida Retirement Community  

Google Images (Sorry, Cannot find attribution)


Only her pale breathing told of life. 
A very old--but not aged--
beautiful head permanently bent
had closed completely that space 
between eyebrows and breast

Belted in a chair with wheels, 
she no longer sensed 
what, where, how, when, or why.
Communication to or from her brain
might have been evermore lost.

I knelt on carpeted floor, 
arranged myself so to gaze 
into her face. Nothing there. 
Talent with which I'd been blessed,
I felt a strong need to share.

An aide said, "Take your violin and play
for those who can hear, enjoy, rather than
one locked away inside herself forever."
Truth is, I lost the strength to raise 
myself up from carpeted floor.

The room hushed! Softly and slowly I played a
sweetest Ave Maria--Holy Mary!
Sitting on that carpeted floor,
I looked (up) into those now-blue eyes 
and caught the beginnings of a smile.

While playing, I stared and smiled at her. 
Tears began to flow, hers and mine...onto thick carpet. 
Later someone told me that she had not responded 
to ANYTHING or anybody for many days.
She began to finger her gold-chained cross

It was a God day which I shall NEVER forget.

Steve E

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Starry Nights - Mag 234

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Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

Artist, in field 
stood, as if affixed.
About to devote, yield
himself to posterity. 

So alone, he mused...

Forever it seemed, I
lived in reality
only to at last "see"--
and this night--
faced the Universe...


Great circles of reality
lived always nowhere else...
but within my soul, my self. 

While I'd been looking out,
yes, apart, away from--
Now I am a part OF 
all which ever created.

This scene I MUST show
to my brother Theo,
(named for "God" Who lives.)

("But HOW?"
 "Paint, man! PAINT!")

In manner described as Starry Night--
He oil-spread circularity Eternity,
ALL being such colorful ONE.

Beauty Unbelievable
for you and me akin
for truth within.


Saturday, August 23, 2014


NOTE: The following are my thoughts and writing, pure 
and simple.  IN NO WAY do I speak or pretend to speak 

for the fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous.  Steve E.


Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
July 2, 3, 4, 5, 2015

"Why do night-lights 

shining like stars?
Maybe...'cause they are!"

June 10, 1935, a man named Bill waited for the other--his host--to return from a long day away.  
It was hot.  

Hoped Dr Bob's return wouldn't become a drunken scene.  
It did not.  

Earlier that morning in Akron Ohio, Dr Bob had his last final drink of alcohol, then went around town taking care of business.  

As time--and years--passed, this began to be recognized as the birthday of Alcoholics Anonymous.  So, we now "see" two men who--not long before, were helpless, hopeless alcoholics-- found that by helping each other, they could stay sober.  One thing true then...and true today, the only way they could live productive and happy lives, was to help another--others--by giving away the gift they'd received

They sought alcoholics ("Alkies") who had an honest desire to stay sober.  More years, amazing growth, a God-Spirit-inspired book (Alcoholics Anonymous) brought me (and you readers) here--now.

God willing, in July 2015, approximately 80,000 people will descend on Atlanta, Georgia from all the world.  AA is found in 170 of the nearly 200 independent countries around the globe.  On the final day, between 100-150 of those countries will be honored and represented by recovering alcoholics, carrying the flag of their homeland.  All across the stage they will proudly stand --and I will be there to take a selfie, with THAT background!! HA!

It'll BE Alcoholics Anonymous 80th Anniversary celebration! 
PEACE and LIGHT...and LOVE, all my friends.
Steve E

Tuesday, August 19, 2014


 Don D and Steve E with 
first Motor Scooter 1949
Photo by Norma (Mother!)

God sends me friends,
unseparated Parts of Himself
to share, to care,
(and I was told)
to be aware.

Human nuggets, pure gold,
not for shelf-keeping,
dusting, burnishing
now, then, and when...
Precious souls!

Friends, God's bestowal,
carefully held in my heart
cherished, loved,
more, more, and more.

...as slowly older I grow

August 2014

Friday, August 8, 2014



Fly little bird,
Fly with the wind.
(Quoted) "if you don't,
you have sinned."

Wind is the law
And the law is just...
So...as winds blow
Must you also go?

Fly on silver wing,
and one fine day in
powder-blue sky, 
when other you meet, 
together you'll sing! 

Fly sweet birds, where
Winds have not chose--
Then as you oppose,
Have you surely sinned?

INTO the wind, YES! 
Fly if you must
Because you truly,
Completely trust...

At last overcome by
Wonderful wonders of love.
Cavort on the beaches,
But one time gaze above

At white dove.
Which will be...

rev. 8/9/2014

Sunday, August 3, 2014




In unison steps 
and rhythmical stride
Morning, noon, and night, 
small armies of six or eight, 
washed shirts starched--

I shudder, thinking
the awesome power--
spirituality emanating
seamlessly, seemingly
from several clusters
of little soldiers 
stepping in cadence
over heated pavements

Each few along the way
a parasoled officer leads,
perspiring in heat on concrete...
onward to grandmother's house,
where no enemy waits to meet.

Pushing, pulling 
wagons, baskets, buggies.
Groups of little ones
follow in filed rank, 
those taller. 
At head of all,
a "general" carries 
"wounded" young vet.

...and of that general?

why, it's none other than
she, who they all call "Mother!"

NOTE:  People who have moved here from other countries 
astonish me with their loyalty, devotion, togetherness
and friendliness. Whole extended families tread the
 sidewalks mornings and evenings and smile happily.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014



Dreams borrowed from god of night,
next day trying in vain to recall
so to excite with my pondered write

Straining to replace what's melted away:
might they together "save the day"


Wheels of my mind...HALT!
STOP! in your suddenly meshing grind
In frozen moment, press Shift, Control, Alt...
realize what was lost was not mine.

Allowing thoughts of serene peace and love
to silently meet with me at the first of light.


I performed a Google "image search", could not find source...

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


From Magpie Tales


In old church I prayed, sitting solemn on my ass
Young man came in...reflected in the glass
Walking--in a hurry
Holding something furry
Said, "Please take this kitty, while I offer mass..."

--Steve E
Posted for Magpie Tales

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Please say, "HE LED A COLORFUL LIFE"...

IMAGE: Photographer Marcy Purdy

Hans Christian Andersen

In the little town there is much festivity:
they are holding a wedding there with dance and play.
To the happy man, the wine sparkles so red;
but the bride looks like whitewashed death.

Yes, dead she is to him whom she cannot forget;
he is at the feast but not as the bridegroom.
He stands among the guests at the inn,
stroking his fiddle cheerily enough.

He strokes his fiddle, his hair turning grey.
The strings resound: shrill and loud;
he presses it to his heart, paying no heed
whether it breaks into a thousand pieces.

It is quite hideous when one dies this way,
his heart young and still striving for joy.
I cannot and will not watch any longer!
It will make my head spin.

Who are you, with your fingers pointing at me?
O God - graciously protect us
from the madness that may overwhelm us.
For I am myself a poor musician.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014


nothing I can say about 
this "Piano Quartet"... 
except to leave you with a 

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


remember when
kitty said
mew, mew, mew?
now, it's



Sunday, April 13, 2014


Thania Sayne leans on the headstone of her husband 
 day before their wedding anniversary on 16 Oct 2013 


Before, during,
after fame
did love's flame
keep on burning,
never adjourning?

once I,

loved by lovely artist
who traveled every place
on our globe,
on her toes


oh! I miss her face
god, I miss her so...
not secret our love,
nor for show

remember we,

strong trees?
tall we stood,
roots weaved
but never tied?

and I took leave
and died?
oh! hurting heart,
you cried.

we met--before fame.
even during, next--
how persistently flame
continued to burn.

truest of loves
has no adjourn...

our one anticipation
to meet, greet,
on street or shore

 "quoth the Raven,
our enscription:

Published Sep 2013
Rewritten Apr 13 2014

*Edgar Poe, THE RAVEN

Sunday, April 6, 2014


Sail Away --by elvengaard

Summer 1966 

Dear *****

Kurt was my "Sunday Morning" bartender. Sign, posted out front of Dusty's Red Barn in Naples Florida, read "LAST CHANCE for ALCOHOL until MIAMI".  Yes...I stood in line with others who also had--on Saturday--miscalulated their liquor inventory. 

Kurt's body was adorned with muscles as a holiday tree with ornaments and lights. He WAS one muscle. In an earlier life he caught his wife night-after-night. He, high up on small swing--she, even higher, flying through the air. High-wire circus performers who retired to Naples.

Originally from Sweden, Kurt and his wife loved sailing, and partying so much that I figured about all Swedes did was sail, drink, and fly high under a tent.

Kurt and I became friends, we both drank a lot. However, when Kurt would stop for the day--or night--I'd keep drinking until, well...until somehow, chaos entered the room. In minutes, I fantasized hell into a bright, shining goal instead of a death-dread.

Kurt owned a 36-foot wooden-hulled single masted sailboat, which I loved from afar.  At his invitation to go sailing without wives for a week, I said "YESSSSS!!!"
Reluctantly, of course--grin! 

Preparations included 5 gallon gasoline for the small auxiliary motor, 12 cases of beer and 1½ cases Early Times Bourbon. It was a compromise. Kurt believed one case to be sufficient, I wanted two cases on board, ya never know.  In my small "personal" case, I hid 3 quarts of vodka--to be on the safe side. I remember some water, lots of ice, and a case of Cola for Kurt. Also some food, about which I remember little.

(So many cases of beer--because if we should run out of water or ice, shrimpers at sea would trade for beer--boy, were they a rough, crude, bunch. Whoo!) Since it was I who clambered aboard the larger boats, made the exchanges, I recall my fears of indiscriminate bodily harm. 

Involving sharks, naturally--grin!
I had never seen much sense in beer drinking. It is mostly water, I figured.  In fact it was beer with which I watered geraniums. They were forever wilted. Always thirsty, I guess...

One weekday morning at 10 AM we set out, a lone boat in Naples Bay, even more alone out in the Gulf of Mexico. My first real "sail" adventure about to begin.


Part 2 will follow in couple days

Friday, April 4, 2014

Awakening Day

Day had just awakened.
Darkness blinked once in
barely discerned burst of first-light
as it were--and I, being snapped
in flash-photo darkness.
Oh! The feeling...the sight!

Miles stretched each way
From proud, quiet bay
To immensity of sea.
THIS! for one alone--me

To muse of rose-strewn heavens
nature's aroma beautifully joined
with numbered thousands
splashing, silvered minnows

In silent awe
I saw a dolphin
followed by two,
rising, falling in unison
sliding under, above
Happy! Free!
Home: the sea

Absorbed totally, insanely,
bird-songs gently pierced
my acoustic nerves.
Sweetest melody (sigh)

Not red blood, but JOY
flowed through my veins
Into my heart--ecstasy!
No words to express

Porpoises had stage front
"Here we are. SEE?"
These happenings
in near-silence.

All this caught my attention, as
earliest sights and nature sounds
brought me to a great reality:

Today, I have not had a drink. 
Neither had I to think
about it.
Thus, another day,
another day awake!

Mine: in aquiescence,
wait for God's next move--
in my life...and yours!


Originally published in "steveroni" blog,
October 2010 as THE SEA...AND ME.
Now rewritten.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

After this...THEN what?

At first I wanted to be
in the end,
a giant sequoia tree
a redwood

three thousand years
after dying
without pain or fears
to LIVE!

Naples is not the place
for timber
to grow tall with grace
so die again


Article concerns
an ecological urn 
in which to place my ashes

along with a seed (and stuff)
and with few if any complexity
use my body to grow a tree.

AHA! It's the Tamarind I love
and have
It started as a single cutting,
a stick
and in ten years became twice size
of house where we live.


OK! So the Tamarind Tree
is who I'll finally be
after life
after die
after fire...

30 March 2014

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