Tagged with Essay

FLOODPLAIN

FLOODPLAIN

The rain has devastated the river. To my eyes it’s devastation, but I do know in reality it’s natural. It happens here in spring when the river carries the snow melt from the mountains and the rains make it flood. Since forever. I see it when I walk here.  These woods and trails are on floodplain … Continue reading

THE WRITING PROCESS BLOG TOUR

THE WRITING PROCESS BLOG TOUR

I was asked by childhood friend and writer, Joanne Best, to participate in The Writing Process Blog Tour. Please take a look at her wonderfully energetic writing here:   Joanne Best The Writing Process: 1.) What are you working on? I write poetry and essays regularly, but my main priority is my short fiction collection. It’s called Fairview.  This year I submitted … Continue reading

ALLOWING TO BE LED- Streetlight Blog

ALLOWING TO BE LED- Streetlight Blog

“If we can’t educate you, we’ll make a pet of you, or sacrifice you.”  This from Jean Sampson in her class Gutsy Abstract Oil Painting at The McGuffey Art Center in Charlottesville, VA, where Jean is a resident studio artist. This is a joke at the expense of the lone man in the classroom and because I often find myself … Continue reading

KIT AND KABOODLE

KIT AND KABOODLE

Are you a professional blogger? What does that even mean? Nowadays it’s hard to say. I can’t help but ask as I sit here celebrating my two-year anniversary on petearmetta.com. Pop the cork!  Seven-hundred posts later, there’s cause for reflection. Has this behemoth been in vain? This is the seven-hundredth post. I’m growing older and wiser … Continue reading

POWER WALKING

POWER WALKING

That lady that power walks with her three dogs yells at them too much. That’s mean. I see her not only walking past my house, but when I’m out and about in other areas of town. She covers a distance! Walking head high with fists up and chest out, her stride is regimented and precise. … Continue reading

BARBEAU’S BREASTS

BARBEAU’S BREASTS

So today’s the supposed end of the world and I’m still here. It’s 4:20am which is always a good time, on 12/21/12: THE END.  It’s raining and windy and cold out, and although I’m still here, I can’t vouch for anyone else.  Out there, the world may certainly have ended. I knew it was coming … Continue reading

I MISS MY JESUS

I MISS MY JESUS

I do. It’s been awhile since we had a relationship but we used to. A long time ago. I certainly was much more impressionable then. I mean after all I was just a small child. But Jesus and I had it going on really. I believed in him and felt him in my heart all … Continue reading

THE LAST THOUSAND MORNINGS

THE LAST THOUSAND MORNINGS

Why are you people following me? I mean y’all that see me put up my work and click on that Like button. I don’t know you and wonder, do you know me? Do you actually read anything on my blog or do you Like me to Like you, that tit-for-tat that seems to be how … Continue reading

TOUGH BLONDE

TOUGH BLONDE

I had Blondie in my head last night. While I was sleeping. Well I must’ve cause when I woke up and made way in the dark to the kitchen, I had flashes of Debbie Harry up on stage at CBGS’s. And back stage too where I had regular opportunity to mingle with her and that … Continue reading

HAT’S OFF

HAT’S OFF

I’m writing a lot of dark stuff. Well I’m writing outtakes of dark stuff which is working for me on so many levels. Poetry, stories, diatribes, which I’m not sharing in my usual way. It’s a matter of getting out what’s deeper inside the heart and mind, which is easier said than done. And a lot … Continue reading

SHEEPIE

SHEEPIE

I’ve had a strong sense of conviction all my life. Even as a small child I remember this. Just knowing the difference between what is right and what is wrong. This didn’t mean that I always did what was right at all. I stumbled and I cried and I tried and I learned. As a … Continue reading

GOOD FATHER

GOOD FATHER

I had a dream about my dad last night. Well it was a fuzzy dream, you know. He was in it or as it is in that REM type of dreaming, the thought and vague impression of him was there. The presence of him. Well anyway it was interspersed with other dreamy things, those visions … Continue reading

NOT NIHILISTIC

NOT NIHILISTIC

First appeared in the The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature It’s a common thing around here. Family cemeteries in people’s backyards or somewhere on their land. On land that’s been passed down from generation to generation. There are currently laws on the books protecting this sacred land from development. Would you want to build a … Continue reading

CORN MAZE

CORN MAZE

I have a strange thing happening, and quite unexpectedly. I’ve become a Corn Maze person. I’ve been looking at photos of them too much and imagining them and want a trip ASAP. Maybe it’s a fall thing? Don’t you wanna go? There’s one close by, well about a half hour “up the line” as they … Continue reading

NIGGER

NIGGER

What’s all the fuss about? I had that Paula Deen pegged from the start. YUCK, what a caricature! I live in another part of the south but do meet such ladies where beneath the hair and behind the eyes is a whole nother character and mixed in with that sugar and sweet talk there’s a venom. … Continue reading

STREETLIGHT

STREETLIGHT

It’s a really calm Sunday morning. I hardly get a greater pleasure. The other night I celebrated the summer solstice my own way, simply by staying up late. I wanted to be one with the last light of the longest day. Seriously. Around 10:30 I gave it up for night and went inside, although the almost … Continue reading

TOUCH MY FACE

TOUCH MY FACE

I felt a little like Jesus yesterday and will again tomorrow. See of all things to “lose” while moving, the cord to the rechargeable shaver is most unexpected.  It’s a “gotta be around here” situation and will show up soon enough and I could BUY a new one but won’t. I’ll live. In the meantime … Continue reading

WHERE IT’S ALL GONE TO SINCE

WHERE IT’S ALL GONE TO SINCE

I’m moving soon which is fun and having company soon after and am jazzed. Particularly as friends are moving too and having company at the same place and time- all outside under a big summer sky. I’ve been told half-jokingly I oughta “register” at Target for the affair. Half-seriously? If you’re getting married you register … Continue reading

THE LAST THING ON MY MIND

THE LAST THING ON MY MIND

I’m having a fun stream-of-consciousness moment, so welcome. I’m in a free-hand kind of mood, so suspend belief. I have a music thing is where I’m at and sometimes I know it’s my own little secret, one of those things I’d say if asked “what’s the one thing we don’t know about you”. I spend … Continue reading

SEARCHING FOR BARBEAU’S BREASTS

SEARCHING FOR BARBEAU’S BREASTS

So it’s nice but it’s creepy that I can see the google search engine terms that people type that land them on my blog. The things people are looking for! By far the most popular all-time search terms (in a variety of syntax) have to do with Adrienne Barbeau’s rack. Seriously. There are a lot … Continue reading

THERE’S A LOT OF TALKING

THERE’S A LOT OF TALKING

Going on. Blah blah. There I’ve said it. Yippity-yap. Well I’ve said it many times before. I don’t mind listening. As a matter of fact I rather enjoy it. I find people likable and interesting enough. There’s a lot of talking on the TV and on the radio and on computers and gadgets, in grocery … Continue reading

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

Happy birthday It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Over twenty years at least I remember the last time like it was yesterday But that’s not what I remember most I remember the day I forgave you For all the years of conflict and strife And for being a target Of your ignorance … Continue reading

TOWN SQUARE

TOWN SQUARE

Where do I start? Right here I guess. For a lack of anywhere better. The coffee hasn’t yet kicked in so I’m moving a little slow and for some reason the cat is particularly clingy at the moment- he’s sitting right under my feet. He just ate his breakfast and it won’t be long now before … Continue reading

MUD PIES

MUD PIES

I do a really good job of writing really bad poems. Since I write as many poems as some people go to the bathroom (for better or worse), God or natural law or the cosmos or what one believes is the ultimate force in the universe must be at play. Thems the odds. I’m well … Continue reading

TOLERANCE

TOLERANCE

we say we’re tolerant that’s nice that means we put up with things different things we don’t know about or understand or don’t necessarily like or approve of or relate to does that change our heart? or do we simply endure? hold our breath till we’re blue? till the situation passes? sit as comfy as … Continue reading

THAT DAY IN THE PARK

THAT DAY IN THE PARK

I wasn’t close with my dad. As a matter of fact, we were far apart for as long as I can remember.  My mom told me that when I was still a baby I’d cry and scream when he held me.  My dad would get frustrated and hand me back over to my mom. I’d … Continue reading

RAYMOND CARVER

RAYMOND CARVER

I’m reading Raymond Carver. On the john. I have a couple of his cheap paperbacks in there, flimsy and well-read, pages yellowed over time. Some have gotten wet. I’ve even found hairs. Well they’re in the bathroom for chrissakes! Tell me you haven’t done some of your best reading yourself while comfortably propped up in … Continue reading

SKYLIGHT

SKYLIGHT

I promise this isn’t a weather report but it DID snow overnight. And that’s funny ’cause if it snowed here, there must be an awful lot of snow in environs further north. And this with Spring only three days away! And not a moment too soon. But it didn’t snow much and it won’t be here … Continue reading

HILL OF BEANS

HILL OF BEANS

Things have been better. But much worse too. I’m fully engaged, although at the moment a big part of me would rather not be. I’ve learned after all these years I won’t disengage even though I may want to. It’s just not my nature. Sure in the past I’ve disengaged and isolated and fretted and … Continue reading

BUZZ KILL

BUZZ KILL

Fixated. On oddities. From time to time, strange little things. I face them head on when they come up. Then they go away. Until they rear their ugly heads again.  They always do. Know what I mean? I hate my neighbor. His fat, puffy face. His awkward gait. His squeaky, incoherent way of talking. Well … Continue reading

iTHING

iTHING

It’s all coming together. Outside is about the fullest moon I’ve seen after one of the warmest days we’ve had in a while. That’s all well and good on the moon front, but the earth has tilted just enough that it’s shining directly in my kitchen window again, which suits me waking at my ungodly morning bewitching … Continue reading

MANUSCRIPTLAND

MANUSCRIPTLAND

Time to get sloppy and down to the nitty-gritty. This year I started a “two weeks on, two weeks off” kind of thing. “Two weeks on” submitting poetry and fiction manuscripts for writers residencies (which is priority), as well as book publishers, a couple of contests, greeting card outfits, plus the ongoing handful of smaller, independent … Continue reading

STYLE THING

STYLE THING

I have a favorite part of town where I like to go around on foot. I do have to drive there, find parking on the street and get out and walk- but that’s part of the appeal. I can leave the car and walk for a couple of hours and there’s hardly a better time. We … Continue reading

NICENESS AND SMILES ALL AROUND

NICENESS AND SMILES ALL AROUND

The other day I was on my way to a friend’s. I was driving down the road minding my own business and somebody honked at me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, unless you call enjoying the majestic mountain views a crime, and to be honest there were a lot of cars on this four-lane divided highway. … Continue reading

PROPHETS AND SAGES

PROPHETS AND SAGES

You speak in euphemisms and delicacies and fabrications.  With such bombastries and pomposities and grandiloquences. What’s with this false front and the put-on high-handedness? And the whispering down the alley and talking in innuendos and riddles and smoke and mirrors and this gosh-darned twisting up in tangles? I wouldn’t know. Smug yes I am I’ve no … Continue reading

URUGUAY

URUGUAY

I could live on fruit year round. I like it a lot and have ceased analyzing why we humans have certain quirky but unique character traits that make each one of us the bad asses that we are. For me, being passionate about eating inordinate amounts of fruit every day all year round is one … Continue reading

HOW WE’RE BEST TAPPED

HOW WE’RE BEST TAPPED

A really good thing about taking guitar lessons is that apparently lots of kids take them. I found three online instructors that I like and am following and although they’re all younger than me, they all have at numerous times referenced “you kids” and they teach in a style that’s warm and obviously kid-directed and … Continue reading

NEW NARRATIVE

NEW NARRATIVE

I’m buying a guitar today. A used one, nothing fancy. Acoustic. From a woman on Craigslist, you know how that works. I’ve been wanting to buy one for a while now, even though I don’t know how to play- my plan is to teach myself. Last winter I “collaborated” with a musician friend of mine, … Continue reading

HOMELESS IN MY SOUL

HOMELESS IN MY SOUL

Today I’m excited because this is the time of year when my church hosts a homeless shelter in our town.  By that I mean we set up cots in one of our church buildings and have about forty-five guys stay over. There are women too, but we don’t host them this time, another church takes … Continue reading

I’M NOT A BLOGGER

I’M NOT A BLOGGER

I’m a writer, who happens to have a blog. And who also happens to post what I write on Facebook too. Every day. It’s how I roll. In the last year and a half since I’ve been writing full-time I’ve written over seven-hundred stories and poems and essays- so many that I don’t even remember … Continue reading

NOTE TO SELF

NOTE TO SELF

I’m being mean to my cat. I don’t mean to be mean to him and it’s so out of character for me, but he’s whining all the time and the sound of his voice is making me literally climb up the wall. Well not really literally. My health insurance (or lack thereof) has forced me … Continue reading

ASTRALLY

ASTRALLY

It’s 5am. Tomorrow at this time it’ll be 4am. That’ll be the new “real time”, you know the whole spring ahead, fall behind thing? No need to poke holes or analyze that whole concept really, I mean it is what it is. Man toying with nature. I do welcome it getting light out earlier though, … Continue reading

VALUE

VALUE

If you were made King (or Queen) of the World and were asked to choose between either the 195,000 acres that make up NYC, or195,000 acres of empty and undeveloped land containing forests, mountains, rivers, desert, plains and maybe even some ocean, and all that comes along with each, which would you choose? And why? … Continue reading

FALL TO THE GROUND

FALL TO THE GROUND

To me it’s about death. It’s over. The balmy and comfy weather. The light. My year. The fun. I’m tricked by the colors oh so vibrant and where I live there seems every color imaginable. I’m scared because this signifies the coming of the cold and dark time. There’s nothing new under the sun and … Continue reading

BBQ JOINT

BBQ JOINT

Oh how I dream about you! It’s not very often but when I do my heart beats faster and I salivate and grow eager. Anyway when’s the last time we got together, like two months ago? I’m thinkin that today would be a terrific day to wholeheartedly embrace and enjoy and devour you. You’re so … Continue reading

SELF-FLAGELLATION

SELF-FLAGELLATION

Lots of writers write about writing, I see it every day. I’m not one of them and never will be. I find the exercise a bit self-indulgent to be honest.  But that doesn’t mean I’m not reflective about my writing. Quite the contrary, that’s the problem- I could write about writing till the cows come home. … Continue reading

BLAME IT ON THE FBI

BLAME IT ON THE FBI

You haven’t seen me much lately this is true. I apologize if I need to respond to you on something, see I’ve been kinda MIA. Blame it on the FBI. They’re after me. A couple of days ago they came after me on my computer and ordered me to immediately buy a two-hundred dollar MoneyPak. … Continue reading

CATTYWAMPUS

CATTYWAMPUS

I worked yesterday which is great. It’s great because I hardly worked at all in September due to being sick and was feeling that maybe I just couldn’t work anymore- like I don’t have the physical strength or endurance or stamina. I mean I’m still not fully recovered apparently and have been dealing with doctors … Continue reading

HERE IF YOU NEED ME

HERE IF YOU NEED ME

People are whores. I don’t mean prostitutes in the traditional sense. And I don’t mean all people of course. And I don’t say this in anger, it’s just a fact- whores! Social media and the internet remind me every day. On Facebook and Twitter and even the blogosphere it seems many good folks have a … Continue reading