Stopping Beside the Road

 

“Are you peeing?”

“I’m not peeing.”

“Are you peeing yet?”

“I’m still not peeing.”

“You know, this is crazy.
Let’s get back in the car.”

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Hope Dream

In a dream, I tucked the universe down in my
shorts then I ran fast. And fast was not just a
metaphor. It was me running really fast.
No one was looking.

Soon I found an alley to slip into. Once
into it, I heard something somewhere clawing
out sounds cats make while scratching doors wanting in.
Got me to thinking,

maybe it was cats. That’s when I checked my pants.
The universe was not there. I had dropped it.
And that’s when I started to wonder, what’s now
keeping me running?

Physics, I thought I knew gravity like how
to suspend it; we can’t be spontaneous
till we get our shit done. And magnitude,
it, too, held meaning.

Love –its buoyancy, its stretchiness, its cool
hell–thought I knew it. But that’s beside the point.
And now with the universe gone, what is love?
Everything? Nothing?

All, I am so sorry I lost the universe
in a dream. I will try to be better in
the future–given there is a future in
this dream. Here’s hoping.

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Rock vs Chalk

1.

And then the other day, everywhere there was space
on the sidewalk and the driveway,
everywhere there was drawn hand sized hearts
scratched into everywhere by the next door neighbor’s child
–with a rock. She used a rock to do it all.

I hollered over to her, the young artist,
if she would like some chalk next time?

She said, ” No thanks, rocks last longer than caulk,”
as if I should know that. Old man.

So the next time I see hearts, I will know that.

2.

Later that week, I noticed that over only a few short days
the rock-drawn hearts had disappeared.
I felt self-satisfied at the sight.
So the next chance I got I yelled over at her,
the young whippersnapper artist,
“Hey, looks like rock hearts last about as long as
chalk hearts would have.”

She yelled back, “Ugh, no, because I still have the rock.”

Now when I see hearts or no hearts
I will know that to be some kind of truth over there.

And maybe one day I will not be so hung up on chalk.

 

 

 

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Release of Dark Sandwiches

It is out.

“Dark Sandwiches is whimsical, radical and wonderfully weird. If David Lynch, John Lennon and Edward Corey had a literary threesome, their love child might look something like this. Make no mistake, Gresham is a wholly original American voice.”- Edward E Romero, writer and director

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There is a guy in Austin TX, Stephan Schwake, who makes a sandwich far better than I do. I willingly admit that. He is earth’s first at getting close to one of the contraptions dealt with in this book. Often while writing I ask myself, “What would Schwake paint?” I’ve trash-canned scores of poems that have not met this test. It’s not only in his art where he inspires me, his grocery shelves and refrigerator are great sources of inspiration, too. From his kitchen, he calls for a sandwich made from blackberry preserves and Nutella on Pumpernickel. Sounds scrumptious. I haven’t tried one of those, yet, but I do now have a title for a book, Dark Sandwiches.

Over the years, others have come forward suggesting various types of dark bread with ingredients such as black olives and black beans. Others have gone as far as to suggest dark sandwiches made with black forest ham or even Schwarzwälder Schinken, which is a variety of dry-cured smoked ham produced in the Black Forest region of Germany. But are these helpful folks talking about poetry or lunch? And would I know the difference? – Terry M Gresham

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Under a Toenail Moon

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As You Like It

A song I did write and Matt Gaskins recorded it.

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My love, I don’t know where you been and where you goin’ now
be sure and don’t look back, my darling.
She left her suitcase by the door. Now she’s on a jet plane
looking down at people so below her and small, my darling.

I remember when we ran for cover in the autumn rain.
Shakespeare in the park we had it good as you like it, baby.

She’s a sickness and she’s a cure a bleeding heart and an antichrist.
For sure, the fatal woman I hate to lose, my darling.
I should be older or should I be getting over the photograph of nothing
or something blurry and dim that she left me with.

I remember when we ran for cover in the autumn rain.
Shakespeare in the park we had it good as you like it, baby.

And there she is with the taxi man. For her suitcase, she’s back again.
My love, I never thought I’d see you again, my darling.
She said she was in Budapest came back for her favorite vest
I asked her, “Will you be staying for dinner?”

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Notes from February

  1. According to the deep blue sea,
    there should be land somewhere.
    If not, there should be a sky above.
    I should try looking for them one day.
  1. According to a specialist on the subject,
    “Sometimes a kind word can be a disguise
    for the sort of fellow I might become
    in the event of an ellipse.”
    I never told anyone I was the moon.
  1. According to the stage manager,
    “The best way to dispose of a corpse
    is in subdued light.
    Give us just enough light
    so the crew can get on and off safely.”
  1. According to today’s paper,
    “Tomorrow should be another day
    with maybe rain.” I should read it when it hits the stands
    –the paper, not the rain. Silly.
  1. According to the girl at the checkout,
    I can get a larger cup of coffee for just 10 cents more, so I do.
    I don’t know why.

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An Interview With Hardy Jones on People of the Good God

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In People of the Good God, Hardy Jones explores a search Hardy began in his twenties to better understand Cajun identity and how Cajun culture evolved into the present day.  Hardy combines memoir, food writing, travel writing, and music writing in his book, and Constance Squires discusses the process of bringing so much history and cultural texture into one work in this interview:

Constance Squires: Hardy, I am always interested in tracking what feels to me like the motivating impulse in a book—what drove you to write it.  There’s a great sense of personal awareness in these essays and the sense of your own journey is a strong structural principle connecting them.  How would you describe your motivating impulse for this collection?

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Hardy Jones: The motivating impulse was a self-education on Cajun history and culture, and as I discovered this information, then the writing…

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Rock Music’s Three Roads

When I took an American popular music class years ago, the instructor talked about the two rock roads that came out of the British invasion. One road was the Rolling Stones. The other road was the Beatles. It was easy to see these two roads. However, over the years I have become very much aware of another road not springing from the garage skiffle bands of England. The third road springing from no one’s garage but from America and the producers’ casting call for music–like Don Kirshner’s promotion of plastic rock. This one is more pervasive and can be easily mistaken for the other British two roads in American popular music. I will speak more of this later.

Bubble Gum or plastic pop rock has it’s own rock road which leads to bands like Kiss, The Sweet, Def Leopard, Alice Cooper, The Bay City Rollers, Twisted Sister, Motley Crue, Poison, Guns and Roses, and more–yes, unfortunate music that many of us love. So how do we get from the Archies to Kiss, one might ask? Packaging to kids. One term used to describe much of this vein of pop music is Devils bubble gum which is like The Monkees or the Archies yet packaged just a bit differently to appeal to pre-teen and adolescent audiences.Thus, Kiss is seen as one of the Archies of Heavy Metal. It’s not bad music, but it’s just not great either. I do think it is important to keep Bubble Gum music in its own record pile separate from the music inspired by the Stones and The Beatles.

To clarify. There are other genres, like soul, jazz and country, and folk. However, within the rock genre in the late 20th century, popular music was made up, on one hand, of influences from the Rolling Stone (Yardbirds, Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, perhaps grunge in the 90s and others) On the other hand, the Beatles (Bad finger, the Mamas and the Papas, Beach Boys, The Hollies, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, The Byrds, Simon and Garfunkel, Harry Nelson, Fleetwood Mac, plus all those prog rock bands as well. Then we have something on the bottom of our shoe picked up on the pavement of these two roads– Bubblegum. Everybody with gum on their shoe goes down that road for a while. Maybe it’s not an honest to goodness real third road…but you got gum on your shoe.

Metal can be Bubble gum. Just because it’s not sweet and innocent like Donny and Marie doesn’t mean has no home in bubblegum. For example, here is a song from metal band Def Leopard where about all they did was to take the 1969 song “Sugar Sugar” and strip the sweetness out of it. The refrain is simply taken straight from “Sugar Sugar’s” “Pour a little sugar on me, honey.”

The Def Leopard lyrics go:
” Hey!
C’mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C’mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can’t get enough.”

It’s the Archies.

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Cybersoleil

Hey. this is the first literary journal to publish me works. I’m happy since I thought my stuff was too wild and thus publishable. Cybersoleil .

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