Tagged with literary essay

HOMELESS NEWS: LOVE YOUR ENEMIES

HOMELESS NEWS: LOVE YOUR ENEMIES

Homeless News reports the Reverend Jesse Lee Peterson, President and Founder of The Brotherhood Organization of a New Destiny says, “Since feminists have gone unchallenged for decades, many have become fascists in pantsuits who tolerate zero dissent.” and waxes eloquent that “The feminists’ fake outrage over what men say is absurd. How about the rights and … Continue reading

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

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

ON BEING INDEPENDENT

ON BEING INDEPENDENT

I enjoy getting rejections of my writing and do lots  (like now which inspires this bluster). Well, maybe not enjoy it, but I feel satisfied. It’s all part of my grand scheme is how I see it, and it doesn’t take long to bounce back. On the contrary, it becomes time here to get my head … 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

SCALAWAG

SCALAWAG

He called me a loser -since the day I was born. He was uptight and angry -I never knew why. As a child I didn’t understand, not a clue. Him seething and nervous -me looking to run. I hadda learn early to walk on eggshells, and with finesse.  I still do. Is it because it’s … 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

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

FINE PEOPLE

FINE PEOPLE

I see them every Sunday Those fine people going to church Dressed like they mean it Sauntering down the street Arms swinging Heads held high Going to the holy land Fine people Going to church. I have a random memory of being a small child and sweeping the driveway. My dad looked over my shoulder. … 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

SOMEONE STOLE A TOMATO

SOMEONE STOLE A TOMATO

I’ve hardly left my street. That’s my summer vacation.  Well not literally I mean I have left this particular street. I’ve gotten in my car to go to my landscaping “job” and the grocery store and church and I’ve been around on foot, but my “vacation time” has been here on this street. I know lots … 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

PLACE AND TIME

PLACE AND TIME

When it’s finally temperate enough for every single window, nook and cranny to remain open twenty-four-seven, that’s what I call a beginning. The last couple of nights have been such. I have my bed ready for summer what with new fun springy sheets (and my “Linus blanket” thrown over for extra warmth if need be, although … 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

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

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

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

ON GETTING SENTIMENTAL

ON GETTING SENTIMENTAL

I don’t get sentimental about much, but when we have snowstorms, I often think back to all those years I lived in Allentown. On days when it snowed and school closed and work did too, around eleven am folks would set out on foot to fill the dive bars. Can you picture it? One year … Continue reading

LET IT KILL YOU

LET IT KILL YOU

So yeh, yesterday we had our first snowstorm of the season, which in this case was just so typical. Everyone got in a big old uproar, what with the running to the grocery store for bread and milk and eggs and the closing of the schools and everything. Predictions were for a few inches. It … Continue reading

GO WHERE I WENT

GO WHERE I WENT

Every once in a while I enjoy a good exercise in futility. Apparently. While others are busy making the same old tried and true resolutions, I’m sitting here taking punches and driving around in circles, all wrapped up in picking my Best of 2012. I’m looking for the top six things I’ve written- what for … 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