eight
The first border
the first motherland
the first border
the first terranean hope
Man means Chauvinism means Racism
and many others in the imagination
of the poet’s
Siamese creations
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my talkative forehead is wearing away
where I am the only strong point cell
his touch hurts – kin to my being to say
and speeches drive me to hell
where the dirty white nothing gets into a cage
where you get the knowledge between the lines
recent poetry must be put on stage
following protocol dirty white claims
- nicely decapitating sanity
Little Petőfi burst into flames
to collect my tears of humanity
because soon nothing will arise
in dirty white between clean rhymes
where I can get by with this much now for weeks
because I’m the one the assault squad is chasing - while drinking coffee my blood leaks
while my ancestors drank wine without paying…
He Rode Tall
Posted: 22/02/2026 by vequinox in LiteratureTags: cattling, christmas, Fiction, horse-racing, Literature, love-story, open-skies, short-stories, short-story, stampede, writing
Excerpt
“Joel, what have you been up to, you brat!” she called in delight
as she leapt from the cab of the truck and raced to his waiting
arms. “The place looks great.”
“Glad to hear you approve. How could I not do something after
the hints you have been making on the phone? You are right. We
needed to clean the place up for the crowd. After all, we may get a
dozen or so visitors on sale day.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Joel Hooper. If you think that I have been
doing all of the work that I have just to accommodate a dozen
buyers, then you are off your rocker. I bet you we will have over a
hundred registered buyers come sale day.”
“I guess we’ll see,” responded Joel. “Come on down to the
barn. Harry and Tanya are saddling up some horses and you can
tell them how much you like what they have done. It is amazing
how a little fresh paint makes the place look so much better,
doesn’t it?”
Hand in hand, Joel and Cindy strolled down to the barn. After
receiving warm welcomes, including an awkward embrace from
Harry and a big hug from Tanya, Cindy told them what a great
job they had done and how wonderful everything looked. They
appreciated hearing her compliments. They knew that it looked
good; it better have, after days of cleaning and painting, but it
sure was nice to hear it from someone else.
Joel had already decided that he was going to take full advantage
of having a day with Cindy on the ranch. With Harry and
Tanya taking care of the horses and all of the chores finished, he
suggested that they spend the day “playing house.” Cindy wasn’t
sure what that meant but she was game for whatever it was as
they walked up to the house.
The day passed quickly for both of them. For Joel, it literally
raced away. He couldn’t get enough of this gorgeous woman. As
he lay there in his bed with her head on his chest and her stroking
his naked torso, he knew he needed to make Cindy a bigger part
of his life. He had thought about inviting Cindy and Lila to join
him on the ranch on a permanent basis.
Distances
A long successful carrier high up
among the clouds and above them
isn’t he the highest of all creatures
who looks down on everyone else
while he navigates his huge aircraft?
So insignificant and small when seen
from the ground and yet there are
always hundreds of people in it and
him the most important of all men
on earth and over it to be precise
the pilot whose life is defined by
distance, the overlaid distance
between his departure and arrival
between his seat and the earth down
below between himself and other
human beings, between him and the
unerring death which will one day
find him high above the clouds, aloof
and happy in his aloofness, alone for
the taking, alone in his life, but most
of all alone in his undoubted loneliness
Mayanaam
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