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Uncle Joe

A poem about my good ol’ uncle Joe…

19 Years

     It doesn’t take much to fix a laptop computer, if you know how, and if you have the time and energy, and I suppose the experience helps a bit. Maybe even some training. I had all of those things, but my company still wouldn’t let me fix them. Something about the warranty, I was not an authorized technician and I would void the warranty if I opened them up. So when our laptop computers broke down we were required to call the manufacturer for “on-site” service, which meant that some guy with less experience and energy would come out to the office and fix them for us. I fixed all the desktop computers, the servers, the printers, everything else, but I wasn’t allowed to mess with the innards of the delicate laptops. Read more on 19 Years…

Scar Tissue

(The comic book I write was intended to be very loosely based on the following short story, but ended up being something wholly different.)

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Cage of Arms

The lights dim as the cinema begins.
 
      She moves as a parade
      of jasmine and winter breath
      and I am the last dance of hornets losing stingers.
 
Lights, camera, action.
 
      She offers up
      a smile, an embrace
      All her defenses and nervous mysteries.
 
I devour these gifts,
 
      And suddenly I am trapped
      within her cage of arms,
      paralyzed, hungry.
 
The world becomes a teeming collection
of noises and intrusions,
invading our familiar coil.
 
      Somewhere,
      The sea level rises,
      A streetlight flickers and goes out, followed by another.
 
I join in their obvious worship,
lost in a wilderness tamed by her bitter smile;
her damning embrace;
the fall of her gentle rain.
 
      A turn of the head, wicked, satisfied,
      she opens her cage and releases me
      and disappears in a dizzying repose.
 
Jump cut. The camera follows her down the boulevard.
 
      Sirens.
 
            Footsteps grow quiet.
 
                  All that I am fades to black.

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Cosmic Charlie

Charlie’s wife came into the room without him noticing, as usual. He was busy typing on the computer, connected to a bulletin board system on the other side of town, entering a message in a debate with another user about how stupid he thought the guy was and to what degree. Charlie was involved in his thought process and completely oblivious to her arrival.

Lauren stood behind him for a few seconds, waiting for acknowledgement. Read more on Cosmic Charlie…

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