The Only World There Was...

When I drank, the only world there was, was alcohol. I drank until I blacked out and would continue drinking until I passed out. "More" is the only word I knew. "More" until I blacked out and then still more until my body would shut down and I passed out.
Somehow, even then, "more" was not enough.
My disease was never satisfied: When there was nothing else, there was always "more".
More is everything... and nothing.
When I drank, the only world there was, was alcohol.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal", Chapter 47 (rough draft)

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I'm Feelin' Squirrelly...

...Jus' Lookin' at My Girlie

(Wit' My Back to Youse)

Addiction

Addiction is godless, headless, insane. It rejects faith, reason, feelings. Addiction is heartless, the blackest night. No light. No sun. No stars. In its nothingness, we feel nothing and accept that nothingness is acceptable and true.
"Cunning. Baffling. Powerful."

from "All Drinking Aside", Chapter 42 (rough draft)
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Typing Lessons Available

Keywrecked

Spilling

X-tra

Churge

(Snail Mail

by

Pony Express

only).

Shake. Sit. Stare.

Elementary Sedimentary.
I remember that when I was a kid I would fill an empty mayonaisse jar with water and three or four tablespoons of dirt on our backyard stoop.
Shake. Sit. Stare.
A universe evolved almost as fast as my whirling imagination.
Dirt poor?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

"Needing Nothing"

Needing nothing used to fill a certain need in me.
But now the flowers in the field have gone to seed and loneliness seems destiny.

Was I ever really free?

from "All Drinking Aside", Chapter 20 (rough draft)
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éééK!

éééK! A mouse, a vetty, vetty vetty french mouse. Mon Dieu!

This is a Painting:

This is a Word: word

Forget Stonehenge!

This Evil Medieval DVD was recently unearthed (on earth). Scientists believe it validates the theory that the origin of life on this planet is extraterrestrial. It is no wonder that the "Music of the Spheres" has been found to be round.

My Poison, My Prison

Alcohol is my poison, my prison.
A brick wall, a trap door, a cancer, a bad joke, an empty bottle, an excuse, a leaky faucet, a loan shark, a broken promise, a cracked mirror, an avalanche, a train wreck, a recurring nightmare.
Alcohol is my insanity.

from "All Drinking Aside", Chapter 39 (rough draft)

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BLOG, Bessie, BLOG!

It has been reported that cows with names produce more milk. My Blog shall henceforth be known as "Bessie".
Now, Blog, my sweet, sweet Bessie, Blog!

The Violence of Violins

Frankly, I prefer "raining violets".

(photo courtesy of my sister, Tina)

The Intelligence of Trees

It took me half a century to learn of the intelligence of trees, why and how their leaves know how to lift their underbellies to the rain.

How many centuries did it take for the trees to learn this? How grateful should I be for the power of observation?

When will I inherit the intelligence of trees?

from "All Drinking Aside", Chapter 22 (rough draft)

How I Sprained My Tongue

"Denial"

There was a time when I was not there, but I did not know it yet. I would drink to forget, forgetting what I did not know. Not yet. I did not know yet. Where was I then, when I was not there?

For years I lived somewhere between myself and the next drink. I would drink to forget what I

could not think, halfway to nowhere and another drink. I was grieving and I did not know it. Someone was dying, but I could not feel it, feel my own dying. I could not own it because it owned me.

Denial is so hard to feel, yet, there it is, standing next to you. You- halfway to nowhere and another drink.

--from "All Drinking Aside", Chapter 40 (rough draft)

Give Me This Day My Daily Kittens

That's a lot of bread, man.

WORDS FORM A CIRCLE OF WAGONS

The Killer Virus of Fear Closes In.
An Intervention of Words Breaks Out.
Scuffle. Shuffle. Ruffle.
Calm.