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2012-12-26T03:23:00.001-05:00

Although I realize that I do not have a huge following on my blog (currently 2 subscribers), but a few more readers, I must apologize for the absence of previous posts. Recently, I left blogger open on my computer and my enterprising and very curious two year old nephew decided that it was his time to edit/repost/delete/add and maybe do a little blogging himself.

Needless to say, much of what I had previously posted had been edited to such a degree that I decided to revert all old posts to drafts and start from scratch. Initially I was going to go in and try to fix every post that was altered, but when I realized that the time to rectify the situation would hinder my ability to lead a normal life for the next few weeks, I decided, what the hell, it's a new year and I might as well start fresh.

The mischief maker.

While I do not and will not make personal resolutions, I do make this promise to myself that no matter how short of a time I will be away from my computer, I solemnly swear that I will never, ever, leave it unattended with a 2 year old ever again.

Where I Am From

2011-07-25T18:35:00.001-04:00

This is a "form" poem and is formally known as a "Where I am From" poem. It was an assignment I was given a few years back by the greatest mentor anyone could ever ask for, Jan Schmittauer. It is funny to look back and realize how much my writing has progressed. I was never much for poetry, but this class taught me more lessons than I could ever hope to share.

I am from paper, from Mead or Glatfelter, whatever you want to call it.

I am from the grey stone majesty pompously perched on the emerald lawn smirking at the city below.

I am from the vineyard, the grapevines twisted and mangled, growing tiny fragrant purple fruit renewing the air.

I am from summers on white sandy beaches and rambunctious adventure, from Edwards and Myers and Coopers too.

I am from mornings on the golf course, shouting “Fore” at the Others, and afternoon inebriation, cocktails on the veranda.

From money earned illegally and wishes on the stars

I am from Catholicism, full of hypocrisy but unwavering faith

I’m from Chillicothe, via the alpine slopes of Bavaria, traces of Shawnee and the pristine landscape of Ohio fill my crimson blood.

From the unhinged South helping the slaves escape to a better life, but still full of unfair, evil treatment.

I am from two parents who embraced free love and travels in a tangerine VW Bus painted with royal blue peace signs and delicate white daisies from one side of the country to the other seeking out a greater truth or their "great perhaps."

I am from the book of family values. From pictures that paint unrealistic happy endings depicting children with cherry kool-aid mustaches frolicking in the ultra bright summer sky.

As It Happens...

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