Tuesday, September 24, 2013

My Talking Hat

 Something in the world is wrong, We are massacring people in the name of god and oil. It scares me because I don't know the solution. Jihadi armies on the horizon , but millions of muslims living in peace. Right wing radio booming from the flathead predicting  the end of times and  cross bearing armies cleansing the forld

Wars of Religion,
Guns the phallic symbol 
proving might not right
leaders hears voices, 
and spread the word
from Mosque and pulpit ,
is it divine or tumor ?
Should you believe 
a burning bush
or a talking hat ?

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Bees are dieing , are Humans next

There is so much on this topic on the internet  and those  of you who  know farmers probably are already aware of this threat., but watch this ted talk


Sunday, September 15, 2013

When the words fell like Rain

When the words fell like Rain

Thinning my Book shelves,
feels like cutting off chunks of flesh.
,The words inside plead to be spared.

Stacks of battered paper backs
hide in the corners muttering incantations
summoning fictitious gods.

History ,Economics , politics ,
science fiction , travelogs and poetry.
Cower beneath my touch.

Meanwhile boxes line up
by the front door like cattle cars
in a 1930's Polish Ghetto .

After leaving them at charity's door
I look at the empty places
left behind and cry.

C.H. 2013

Thursday, September 12, 2013

A new Voice on Radio Free Bozenageles ( Chris Ketchem)

  Very happy to Let my friend Chris Ketchem Post here from his Refuge in a bunker in an undisclosed strip mine somewhere in West Virginia. Hopefully he will help my apathy and spread some enlightenment in these troubled times

Loud Leaves - Chris Ketchem

I’m aging faster than the seasons are changing.
When did the colors change so soon?
Why are leaves falling so quickly?
The air is cooler in the afternoon.
It’s all these outsiders want to see.

It’s already autumn and there is nothing to show.
Will I reap anything from this forest?
Am I blindly going into something untried?
I’ve used this summer without any rest.
All I can remember is that she lied.

I think I can actually hear the leaves hit the ground.
Why do I own this sensitivity? 
Will I ignore any other recognitions?
Seven months to get, but I’m finally free.
The fall then winter will cleanse these sins.

When the fall comes I’ll make new promises.
Will anyone even believe me?
Will that even matter?
Two weeks before I return this key.
Just like this tree so will I tatter.

- Chris Ketchem 2013 

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." -Sylvia Plath