“Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. I’m very sorry.”
“You know the number one rule when working for the Department of the Interior is that you’re never late!”
“I’m very, very sorry, Sir.”
“Do you understand why it’s so important that you never be late?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s because we’re the Department of the Interior.”
“And it’s the Department of the Interior for what?”
“For Time itself, Sir.”
“Which means it’s the Department In Time, Sir.”
“That’s right! You could have destroyed Time altogether! Don’t be late again.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
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“Okay Doc, I’m ready for the bad news. What is it?”
“I’m sorry, Charlie, but your condition is fatal.”
“No! No, no, no! It can’t be. Marvin had it last year, and he recovered!”
“Marvin’s not like you. He only has six legs. You’ve got eight.”
“I suppose that’s true. Okay then, Doc, how long have I got?”
“I’m giving you a week. Unless you starve to death before then.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. But a spider with restless leg syndrome isn’t going to be attracting a lot of Marvins.”
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First thing you must know is I love you.
I wish for you that the world will always treat you well
and that the sun will shine brightly on all your waking dreams,
and that the moon will hang in the sky for you to pluck out and gift to the one you adore.
I wish for you a long life of pleasure and not too much pain
I wish for your health, your compassion, and your love for those not as fortunate.
I am hopeful that one day you will read these words
and that you will take them to heart.
I wish for you peace, to the very end.
This Stream of Consciousness Saturday post is dedicated to my children. A very happy new year to all three of you, the best sons a mother could have.
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i’m picking up the bones
scattered all around
the meat that was this year
consumed in listless crumbs
breads long forgotten
and riches, oh the riches
that would be mine
had not the year wasted them away…
ah but who is to blame
is it the clock?
the carcass is long gone
the skeletons stacked
and stored back in their closet
the sheep of the new year
the sacrificial lamb
fresh and clean-smelling
wool over eyes
shall likely be as brittle
as wasted and tired
in three-score and sixty-five days hence.
“Darling, did you take my library book back yesterday?”
“No, my dear. We don’t have a library in town.”
“But it says here in this book–look, now–right here. For return or renewal on December 28th.”
“I see that, my dear, but the rest of the date states it should have been back in 2012.”
“Of course. That’s this year.”
“No it’s not. This year is 2016. You forget, you’ve been sleeping for four years.”
“Yes, my dear. You only woke up last week, the day after we moved. I had to have you packed in a wardrobe.”
“No, dear, I’m not.”
“If you’re not, you know what that means, don’t you Darling?”
“It means I should sue the movers for waking you up?”
“No, it means we’re going to owe four years in late fees on this damned library book!”
In my room I is safe. From all those happenin’s out there in the big cruel world. I sees it. Oh Lord, do I see it. On that social media shit, comin’ in from all sides. This person dyin’ and that country gettin’ blown up. It has the ‘tential to get to a man, you know?
But here I is safe. Long as I don’t go out, don’t inneract on that social shit goin’ on in front of me. I don’t watch the news anymore. Too depressin’. Same thing all over again.
Makes a man want to never go out. I may jus’ starve here in my safe room. Better’n life out there.
at the bottom of a bottle
knee-deep in long green grass in summer
beneath a blanket of stars
amidst a warm breeze
with you between my legs
close to ecstasy
over the moon
retreat to candlelight
enveloped in soft music
gliding upon your breath
on a cloud of happiness
or not at all
is your frightened motto
screamed in a whimper
of stage-one inversion
for the new
with health for all,
for there is nothing on
earth, that one who is true
can wish for more than the joy
and love and peace that is brought
by caring for one’s fellow man, no matter
“When I’m on stage, whether I’m making the audience laugh, or scream, or shake their heads in disbelief, I feel happy. When I’m on stage with you doing all these things, I feel content.
“When I’m up there performing magic for their pleasure, I feel elated; I experience their reactions and I am one with them. When you are with me up there beneath the lights, my love, I am one with the universe. I am home.”
~ Stephen Dagmar: The Great Dagmaru
An Outtake from the novel The Great Dagmaru, Book 1: The Magician’s Curse
To be released in 2017