Late Night Escapades of a Clown by Himself

 

 

 

gifts

I realized I've not filled anyone in on my holidays! Or maybe I did, but we need pictures, don't we?! So here is a much belated post including PICTURES of my holiday! Sorry it's taken this long!

Amanda and me being Scrooges (although she just looks curious about Christmas rather than upset by it.)

Amanda and me being ECSTATIC! about Christmas

Holy Cow! Santa came a day late, bearing gifts inDEED!

And such great gifts! Santa had to go through customs and it tickled me to see what he declared in a box that came up to my waist: "Coat and Canned foods"

 

Unfortunately, the sweets are gone :( but they WERE enjoyed. Actually, in the couple weeks process to eat them, I decided I have such a personality that makes me not want to finish something that's great, because I don't want it to end. Therefore, it spoils and I don't get to eat it anyway! Do you have any odd quirks about you? I'd LOVE to know ;)  Rest assured, none of the foods went bad. I ate it ALL.

What a delightful mess to have :)

This is the gift my boss gave to me. It's a holiday cake from Paris Baguette. Oh, it was delicious. I like the fruit they include on every cake. And the frosting is so nice! Maybe today's a good day to go get myself another!

Ah yes, Holiday snow. This actually came several days later.

Well, the holidays are over, but Anyang still has it's Christmas tree up and one shop specifically I keep walking by and keep hearing "Santa Claus is coming to town." Well, I guess they're right, yeah? I mean, not for a while, but inevitably! Unless you're naughty, of course ;)

lecture halls, pulpits, and a trillion stars

Beyond

Beyond cubicles and ninety-degree angles are
bare arms and burning fingertips curling in the cold breeze

Behind shotgun smoke is
an explosion of fossils and flame

Inside the monsters that heave and sigh are
expanding - contracting - expanding bodies - contracting - that
look, smell, fall ill, and repair themselves

Around the bottom of this bowl are
walls of rocky fires, burning and dieing

Under the watchful eye security peck
pigeons for seeds and ants

Through the pavement push
promising blades, hopeful sproutlings

Within the rushing hectic city, a
casual breeze

Outside the thunder of military helicopters,
heaven

Against the sky's true blue,
complimentary orange

Leaves flicker, then - snip - flutter off

Capturing our impermanence,
8

Morning Cup

A girl browsing
coffeeshop products,
a switch.
She becomes
graceful, delicate.
Her wrist goes limp
in lady-like nonchalance,
her purse held round the fold of her elbow;
her cheeks narrow,
her lips pirch in pouting curiosity,
and her hips sway to each side,
further than before
she noticed me
watching.

Carry the Weight

Car horns blast off as insults
and a jostling of another's dignity
is grounds enough for
tirading gestures,
a shove, and
plenty of shouts.

Patience is for Buddha
and Jesus.

These are Buddhists and Christians.

How to get on?


This dry month mocks
my lips
with a day's shower.
It only wets my feet to
chill my toes
through my bones

and the shivering skeletons
face brutal winds against
torso and limbs.

They weep daggers and hold
sickly, snow-draped arms.

The breath of street-beasts and
the breath of sidewalks
mix
in frozen conversation.

Car horns and sirens are bare knuckles
knocking frozen metal.

In the Land of 'Not My Problem'

A stuck truck in snow. Jason decided to help the driver and other two pushers. He put his bare hands against the frozen metal tailgate. Heave, ho! The wheels turned, but only threw snow up into Jason’s slacks. Truck wouldn’t move. Another man came by, got in the bed to put weight on the slipping tire. Still wouldn’t go. The driver hopped out to pack the snow under the tires in an attempt for something to grip. Jason put gloves over his cold burning hands. One man walked off, saying, “I tried.” Four helpers became three as the driver jumped back in and they all gave it another go. More snow covered the three men. A passer lugging boxes stopped, gave his help, then two pieces of cardboard. One went under each rear tire. Cars gathered, one wanting to turn out of a parking lot, two behind the truck wanting to go straight. Three men rocked the truck back and forth for momentum and pushed. Heave, ho! Heave, ho! Truck started to catch. Meanwhile, the second car in line tossed advice forward in the form of beep! The three men pushed, slipped, caught their feet, pushed. Heave, ho! The truck skidded forward, out of the thick snow. “Kamsa hamnida!” flew out the window as the driver slipped away. Woulda been foolish to stop to say thank you. Jason threw his bag over his shoulder and finished the frozen walk home. The cars went on their way. There was no applause.

Please Yourself

This box

Flesh-wrapped

Tear into that sucker

And find

In the center

That little toy

With which

You love

To play

Jesus: The Muslim Prophet

"'Allah and His Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon Him' ... 'in the name of Jesus Christ, whom ... Muslims revere as a prophet ... the Prince of Peace'"

This is a very fascinating article regarding Jesus as Muslim Prophet and, of course, Christian Redeemer. 


The Muslim Jesus