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

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