Posts tagged ‘family’

January 4, 2012

I slept twelve hours

by jhon baker

and I’m still tired. Bukowski suggested that one ought to take a three day nap every now and again to recharge the batteries, being a father and husband does not allow such naps but would I ever indulge if there could be a way.

Two links – you might recognize them from yesterday but then again, you might not..

Take it to the streets

Conjectural Figments

These are both truly good issues put out by two very good publishers containing poetry by good poets and of course – myself – the first has one and arguably two poems depending on how you read them – I wrote it as one and a half so there it is. The second features me as a poet and contains three poems- both contain a lot of good writing besides mine and should be read a few times through for affect/effect.

– Just for updates sake – Yesterday my truck was broken and my diagnosis was spot on. Now it is fixed and waiting for the next coil to go.

Yesterday I wrote nothing after the blog post and today I think I am going to scribd something – my new years sort of poem.

Writing will become the object of today after I take a shower when I get home from the hospital where my MIL is receiving today’s infusion and tomorrow morning will be more of the same while the afternoon finds me in a tattoo parlor getting the design finalized for the next portion of the left arm half sleeve.

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December 28, 2011

see, it was like this when…

by jhon baker

There isn’t anything better to do in an infusion lab than to surf the internet or sit here and write a blog post. I have had enough of surfing as there are too many waves that crash me and cause undo pressure on my brain – there is only so much I can learn and I prefer everything I learn have to do with my areas of interest – for those I have books and experience, these being the doors of true freedom.

Today my keep of classical music fills the infusion lab – Bach, two part invention BMV 772 no. 1 in C major and soon onto another but for now this is what it is.

I could go walking in the hospital and see how many surgeons are about and engage them in conversation about poetry – philosophy – blood; the typical elements of good conversation. I could go to the cafeteria and indulge in sugary pastries and see how long it takes for me to get ill and shake uncontrollably, I could go bother the security and behave suspiciously – but all of this will only land in different areas of trouble.

For another topic and stop me if you’ve heard this one… never mind – I think you have.

September 14, 2011

no cause for alarm

by jhon baker

 

Empty house

filling it up with notes,

beats,

and outspoken poems.

 

– Written by my Nephew, Christian Allen Baker, poeticized by yours truly.

August 27, 2011

oh, Micael

by jhon baker

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keep breathing

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May 8, 2011

happy coca-cola day!

by jhon baker

Today, 125 years ago, John Pemberton concocted his cure all tonic which would eventually keep America stoned until they removed the special coca ingredient – probably resulting in the seventies and eighties coke binges and nose bleeds.

I hear my son walking around singing and now I shift from soda products and soda jerks to the woman who everyday makes me proud and reflects a light that comes from a place I am not aware, My wife – the perfect mother and a fine woman. Baby, happy mothers day – I won’t bill you for the pancakes and bacon this time.
It takes a fine woman to raise a boy like Jackson and to tolerate a man such as I.

I love you baby.

My Mother – a woman rarely spoken of here largely of her unwillingness to allow me to share her story which is a hell of a story – I’ll wait for her to perish and tell it, damn her sisters that would probably be eternally upset by its truth. Anyway – Thank you for bearing me into this world and, variously, assisting me in becoming the man I am now.

My secondary mother – my sister. Thank you for never dressing me up as a girl, thank you for holding me in your lap and I bled half my bodies capacity onto your body and lap – you were twelve and mistaken for my mother – this is not the last time that has happened – now I call you my little sister as I am a manly 6’2″, 300 lbs and you no where near it. It was so good to see you recently and I can only hope you take my wife’s offer to stay here on respite from a blissful like in Colorado.

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