Archive For The “Here I Am” Category

Sleeping Through Wallace Shawn’s Nightmares

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Sleeping Through Wallace Shawn’s Nightmares

Wallace Shawn has always spoken to me.  We were, after all, so much alike. Even when I didn’t understand, he seemed to make sense.  Often sad.  Always true. – JDW Troy Jollimore | Zyzzyva | Winter 2017  https://longreads.com/2018/01/17/wallace-shawns-late-night/ More than a decade ago, in the aftermath of the release of the Abu Ghraib photographs, the playwright and actor…

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Greetings From The Fountain Of Youth

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Greetings From The Fountain Of Youth

A classic postcard from The Sunshine State.  Like many a banana republic, Florida is a great place to visit.  This from March 29, 1989. – JDW The Crow’s Nest.  3 p.m.  Friday.  Winter gone.  I’m sitting on the deck overlooking Marker 3 on the Intracoastal Waterway.  It’s 83 degrees and I’m slathering Fred Meyer Hawaiian…

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Cold Overcast Saturday Afternoon Watching A Duke Game

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Cold Overcast Saturday Afternoon Watching A Duke Game

I am in the mood to write but I don’t really want to write, if you know what I mean. The young redhead raced away to the bathroom. !!!AN EMERGENCY!!! And she is already pulling down her pants. The old man sees this and hollers after her, I  can see your tramp stamp. You can?…

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Anal Expulsive

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Anal Expulsive

With maternal love, life makes a promise at dawn that it can never hold.  You are forced to eat cold food until your days end.  After that, every time a woman holds you in her arms and against her chest, these are merely condolences.  You always come back to yell at your mother’s grave like…

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A Party Of Homosexual Necrophiliacs Walks Into The Bar

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A Party Of Homosexual Necrophiliacs Walks Into The Bar

The old man was home alone. Wife out of town. Got up before dawn. Fed the little dog. Fed the big dog. Vitamins.  Walk. Drive to town. Obey all speed limits. Haircut. Sushi-to-go. Home again. Dog at his feet. Documentary of one of his heroes. Put on a floppy beret and a large overcoat. Pour…

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The Year In Review (2017)

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The Year In Review (2017)

  Started counting when she reached one thousand days to go.  Every hundred days, he’d take her out for a nice dinner.  Every hundred days, a celebration.  French-African prison sentences have been counted down more rapidly. – JDW January.  This is the year she finally retires. February.  Only eleven months until she can retire. “How…

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He Had A Pretty High Opinion Of Himself

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He Had A Pretty High Opinion Of Himself

The old man was wondering about his epitaph.  Guessing maybe all the best ones already taken. Like I Told You I Was Sick.  Of course, Mel Blanc got That’s All, Folks!! His favorite was probably on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s tomb: Steel True, Blade Straight. Steel true, blade straight.  Damn, that’s sexy. The old man had a pretty…

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An Old Man’s Prayer

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An Old Man’s Prayer

(a haiku for Cazzie Topaz Malone) Please, Lord, I beg you. Give me ten more years with her. Today, tomorrow.

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Alone In A Crowd Always

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Alone In A Crowd Always

Albert Einstein suggested, the one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been. The old man couldn’t help noticing the three of them – completely different, completely different places in life – seemed to…

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Just Trying To Figure Some Stuff Out Reflux

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Just Trying To Figure Some Stuff Out Reflux

There are fireworks in my head. Four or five other guys whispering at my ear. From the inside. I have spent all my life simply trying to stay calm and get along. Ha.  Haha.  Ha. I can hear the laughter and I know who you are. Sent a buddy a poem, draft form, but finished. …

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