so i decide to write again.

 

salamander yellow pad

Monday, February 11, 2013

so i decide to write again.

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10 Feb 2013

2 coffee morning. Yesterday lost the wallet. Somewhere between here and Navan Town. Feel real stupid. Its a rather large hold a check book size. Fortunately no cash, no credit or bank cards, no bank info at all… but my passport,US drivers license and Irish drivers license and also the little booklet from the Buddhists recording the date and my Tibetan refuge name. Anyway am amazed at having lost it. Thinking, thinking where, how, when could it have happened, lost nicked. Today I’ll have to retrace the day going to shops, garda station, parking garage security. Pulled the car apart, looked all over the house, checked every possible jacket pocket you know until realizing i must depend on the kindness of strangers, i must accept the fact that I’ve lost my identity. There’s no phone number in the wallet, the address on my Irish license is from three years ago, and i cant even comfort myself that maybe someone finds it and wants to get it back to me. Anyway its the feeling of stupidity, the feeling of why me, the sense of helplessness and the temptation to berate myself for this act of senility. So 2 coffee morning. All over the world it would be a 2 coffee morning or it would be if every one had that option. All over the world people are losing things more painful than my loss of an identity of a person who doesn’t even exist anyway.

 

My Kitchen at Midnight reblog from http://taruane.wordpress.com w response by pd lyons

pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:

you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen

via 3) My Kitchen at Midnight.

Fiction By PDLyons

salamanders green – a fiction

 

 

 

a coming of age drama of the 70′s & 80′s. trials and emotional trauma of teenage artist/writer in small town new england.

 

 

 

 

 

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Contains adult themes of sexual and terrible words of English language as well as swear words and a possibility of lions and tigers and bears – oh my! And if that were not enough then beware of cigarette smoking and the taking of substances for the mere sake of pleasure and fun.

Not Fit For Puritan Ethic Award

There’s Something to Be said

salamander yellow pad

There’s something to be said for the dark, something good desirable especially when its morning and someone’s brought the coffee to you propped up still warm on pillows of last nights dreams. Then, no matter what country country awaits or morning shines,  no switch should be turned no shade raised or curtain parted. All that waits in daylight, work and striving to get to it; better lingered nicely coffeed finding moments put the world inside your head in such a way as grounded in some sense of truth, suffering transformed to wonder. So when the light comes rushing in child bounces upon the bed crow complaints across the snow, shades snap up all on their own and yes each breath all bright shiny dance the shadow and its twin – all there is Monday miraculous so all you do can or will, is laugh. Up now or we’ll all be late.

Where does it all come from?

Where does it all come from? walk through the grocery store look at all the stuff. Where does it all come from? How can there be so much? Coffee; there’s’ about thirty brands on the shelf, instant, ground, whole bean, decaf, French roast and etc. roasts. Then figure at least a half dozen grocery stores in town all with similar shelving plus IGA’s, convenience, starchuck’s, mcburger’s, duncandodo’s, diners and various etceteras all selling coffee and coffee product. Multiple by number of stores doing this in Connecticut, then multiply by number of stores in USA, Europe, China, Australia, world. Figure all their stock plus wholesalers warehouses and how do they do it? How can there be that much coffee in the world? How is that much of a product that is so labour intensive to produce, and in limited geographical and environmental areas, exist in such massive amount as and for such a cheap price? You can but a can of store brand for two dollars, name brands average about five bucks. Ok then what about shrimp/prawns? Think of them in the same way. How many pounds of shrimp are hanging around in an average US grocery shop? You got fresh, frozen, canned, farmed, wild  and about a half dozen types/sizes. Where does it all come from? How did Thailand get so big? How can even the ocean so vast grow so much of one creature? remember not just grocery stock but restaurants, diners; not just your town but the whole USA and the rest of the world. Shouldn’t shrimp be extinct or else very very expensive? How can they be so cheap? You know wild caught cod fish fillets can be caught processed shipped to Connecticut and I can buy it for less than seven dollars a pound. So oil, petrol, gasoline; how many gallons do I use a day driving my Jeep about hundred miles daily average? How many gallons do you use? How many gas stations are there in my town, your town, the world? Where does it all come from? How many cars? How many people who drive them? How many people who want to get one? Where does it all come from? Where is it all going?

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Saturday, February 25, 2012

I’m sure

I’m sure not the last morning wishing to stay in bed til noon. Sometimes Feng Shui works against you – this room too harmonic too winter warm windows tall semi-circle sunrising through half pulled shades and Irish lace even the traffic sounds reminding me to five years old sleep overs at my grandmother’s she had a red dog named Tuffy and a tabby cat called Mama Kitty. Knowing the sinks full and the counter’s full of last nights dinner dishes pot n pans debris, knowing the drive through shark trooper infested school bus dunkin donut dope fiend mania awaits a further inspiration. But better coffee waits for us and there’s no snow or frozen thing this February yet. So once more into the extra-ordinary dear friend we shall encounter not mundane but wisdom, the Buddha is offered to the world through your action, so too the Jesus, the Allah, the Goddess, the Yahweh,the Krsna, the Quantum… The sacred is met through offering, the offering is made through action. Even sitting still and action. Today teachers of the road await and I once more seek mindfulness of compassion. Anyway the crows complain for scraps, the child whines, the better coffee waits but will not make itself.