jeff eamer

2006-10-31T17:55:00.000-08:00

Is the me,
I see in thee,
Really me?
Or simply me,
Looking back...
At thee?

Father/Son reflection. Alcatraz, CA

Wanna check out how many
people in the United States
have your name? Click here.

2006-10-29T13:47:00.000-08:00

This smuggled photo is conclusive
evidence that aliens are being held
captive in AREA 51. Okay, sure,
maybe it looks like a horse's nose.
But, then again, that's what "they"
want you to think.

Alien behind fence. AREA 51. Nevada

2006-10-27T09:17:00.000-07:00

Captain Alfred "George" Eamer -- February 13, 1933 - October 27, 2005

George's life took off on February 13th, 1933. It touched down
a year ago on October 27, 2005.

George was a great Pilot! A great Captain! And a great Dad!
It was an honor to be his son, his friend, and a crew member
on his flight.

The following poem, written by John Gillespie Magee Jr.,
was read at his memorial service last year. Take a moment
to read it and celebrate George being at the controls of his
plane soaring through heavens with his bride by his side.
I know he'd love that!

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things,
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung,
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung,
My eager craft through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod,
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Carole & George Eamer. Lynn Lake, Manitoba. Circa: 1953

2006-10-26T18:15:00.000-07:00

Crimson lives,
Cling to,
Autumn skies,
Of fate.

Resist; then,
Release,
Under Kismet's,
Weight.

For man, woman
Nor child,
Destiny doth not,
Wait.

Crimson Grape Leaves. Sebastopol, CA

2006-10-25T16:42:00.000-07:00

A friend;
As if a golden,
Leaf.

Warmth;
In good times,
And grief.

Gentle;
A heart, offering,
Relief.

A friend;
As if a golden,
Leaf.

Autumn Grape Leaf. Sebastopol, CA

2006-10-24T12:22:00.000-07:00

Everyone deserves a poem,
On their birthday;
Especially a Great-Grand Mom.

The day won't be complete,
Until my gift of,
Prose-in-ryhme is done.

There aren't many words,
That sound like,
The sweet name Hazel.

So, well, I'm glad your cake,
Was made with chocolate,
And not savory Basil.

Happy Birthday, Hazel.

Grape leaf. Sebastopol, CA

2006-10-19T11:11:00.000-07:00

Nothing's more,
Dangerous,
Than,
When I get bored.

I'll do just about,
Anything to,
Avoid,
The Psych ward.

Like take photos,
And write 'bout,
A truck.
Good Lord!

Ford F100. Santa Rosa, CA

2006-10-18T12:23:00.000-07:00

Unless you're an onion,
It ain't easy being,
Green.

Why do we try so hard,
Not to be,
Seen?

Sometimes I wanna go,
Back to being a,
Teen.

Is who we are where,
We're going, or...
Been?

Green onions. Arcata, CA

2006-10-17T18:05:00.000-07:00

Reports from Bush,
Regarding,
Iraq, North Korea,
or South.

Suspicious I am,
Til it comes,
Straight from the,
Horse's mouth.

Horse. West Sonoma County, CA

2006-10-16T13:15:00.000-07:00

This morn,
A Rembrandt,
Vision.

Brain 'n heart,
In a head-on,
Collision.

Vineyard. West Sonoma County, CA

2006-10-12T17:14:00.000-07:00

No words describe,
The beauty of a rose. Except,
The ones I just used.

Perplexed these days,
About my life; which is leaving me,
Quite amused.

Yellow rose. Sebastopol, CA

2006-10-06T15:11:00.000-07:00

Does a dog,
Really care,
The carpet's red?

Or simply piddle,
Upon it,
Without dread?

Dog on fashion runway carpet. Palm Springs, CA

2006-10-04T14:55:00.000-07:00

Some days,
Sour,
Some sweet.

Accepting each,
As it is,
A masterful feat.

Grapes. West Sonoma County

2006-10-02T12:17:00.000-07:00

Life can be sad,
Full of woes.

Heavy sighs.
Heavy loads.

Doing your best,
Not to explode.

Don't ya wish,
Ya were a toad?

Bronze toad. Brentwood, CA

2006-09-30T09:45:00.000-07:00

The earth, round.
Once,
Thought flat.

Now a truth?
Or theory,
Turned fact?

Thinking hurts.
Dumb,
Is where it's at.

Austin Healy wheel. Petaluma, CA

2006-09-29T11:50:00.000-07:00

Is it always,
The darkest,
Right,
Before dawn?

Is life,
Just a game,
Are we're,
merely a Pawn?

Do we,
Flame-out red,
Before,
We drop dead?

Think;
I will no more,
And go,
Shower Instead.

Red leaf on blue chair. West Sonoma County

2006-09-27T07:51:00.000-07:00

Another year,
Another cake,
Better a birthday,
Than a wake.

Life's strange,
Quite insane,
Happy B-Day,
Dear ol' Duane.

Banana Birthday cake. Santa Rosa, CA

2006-09-17T11:01:00.000-07:00

Life's a game.
Maybe more,
Like an auto race.

You get to steer,
Stop 'n start,
At your own pace.

One thing's certain,
Winning,
Ain't about luck.

And nothing'll,
Happen, til ya get in,
And start 'er up.

Austin Healey interior. Petaluma, CA

2006-09-12T09:23:00.000-07:00

Rock beats,
Scissors, no matter,
The weather.

Though Rock,
Can be conquered,
With Feather?

Feather on Rock. Sebastopol, CA

2006-09-06T10:05:00.000-07:00

To live in rhyme:
How sweet,
And sublime.

The word Ford,
Makes me,
Ponder the Lord.

The word TRUCK,
makes me...
Think what you're thinking.

Ford Truck. Santa Rosa, CA.

2006-09-04T10:50:00.000-07:00

If I had feathery wings to fly,
I would.

Breath with gills underwater,
If I could.

But GOD gave me legs 'n lungs...
It's all good.

Austin Healey. Petaluma, CA.

2006-08-31T17:54:00.000-07:00

Only,
The rose,
Knows.
And it's,
Not telling.

Yellow Rose. Sebastopol, CA

2006-08-28T06:31:00.000-07:00

I like Airstream hinges,
And skies that're blue.

I'll always loooove you,
And... I like you, too!

CLICK HERE

Airstream trailer hinges. Malibu, CA

2006-08-25T09:28:00.000-07:00

"Why did you stop blogging?
"I miss them, I do."
"You miss them, really?!
How interesting, who knew?"

This blog was inspired by,
One, Mr. Johnny Tenn.
My Landmark* Forum leader,
And now a true friend.

*Landmark Education

Butterfly. Culver City, CA

2006-07-21T09:36:00.000-07:00

My son 'n me,
Side by side.
Growing free,
It's a wild ride.

My soul uplifts,
Nothing's better.
It's such a gift,
When we're together.

Two orange flowers. Santa Monica, CA

2006-07-12T09:12:00.000-07:00

Click,
OM,
Then click,
ME
To see what,
I,
Think of,
Thee.

My new tattoo. Venice Beach, CA

2006-07-09T06:51:00.000-07:00

In the confessional booth of life,
It's all meaningless chatter.
And whether we lie, or tell a truth...
To God, it does not matter.

Visitor's booth. Alcatraz, CA

2006-07-07T08:29:00.000-07:00

Pyrotechnical sperm,
Released from,
An intergalactic worm.

Final destination:
The stellar egg,
Without hesitation.

Arrive without fuss?
Or fail due to,
Cosmic-interruptus?

Fireworks. Santa Rosa, CA
Photo by: Chris Eamer

2006-07-05T07:50:00.000-07:00

Our sweet lives:
Like,
Fireworks,
In night skies.

Getting me high.
Wanting,
To ask the,
Question: Why?

Fireworks. Santa Rosa, CA
Photo by: Chris Eamer

2006-07-04T11:07:00.000-07:00

Freedom:
What are we fighting for?
To be,
On the right side of the door?

The War:
What are we fighting for?
There is
No wrong side of the door?

Steel door. Alcatraz, CA
Happy July 4th!

2006-07-03T08:40:00.000-07:00

Thoughts: Do they
Reside,
Inside, or out?

When I scream at,
Myself,
To whom do I shout?

That voice in my head,
Never,
Stops talking to me.

Will acknowledging it,
From me,
Really set me free?

Freedom eagle. Alcatraz, CA

2006-07-02T11:48:00.000-07:00

Paying,
For crimes,
That,
Were done.

Life,
Where there,
Should,
Be none.

Flowers in wall. Alcatraz, CA

2006-07-01T08:59:00.000-07:00

What is time?
Does it keep us in jail,
Or set us free?

What is free?
Does it differ between,
You and me?

What is me?
Is my reflection really,
The me that I see?

Reflection in wall clock. Alcatraz Prison, CA

2006-06-27T08:02:00.000-07:00

Is George W. really,
doing his,
Best?

Maybe it's time to
Give him a,
Rest.

Before he makes,
A bigger,
Mess.

America, may God,
give you a,
Bless.

1959 Rambler fender. Trinidad, CA

2006-06-25T08:28:00.000-07:00

Where did you go?
Are you ever coming back?
I feel all alone,
That's a gosh darn fact.

The time we spent together,
Makes me feel blessed.
If I stop hoping you'll return,
Will I feel less stressed?

Fluffy dog in car. Trinidad, CA

2006-06-23T10:29:00.000-07:00

What would life,
Be like without,
the letter "F"?
I mean I couldn't,
Even say,
My own name, Je__.

This thought is,
Strange,
Near inconceivable.
Said another way,
UCKING
Unbelievable.

This poem,
You make think,
Doth suck.
To that I say,
"I don't,
Give an UCK?"

Dog with _lu__y sweater. Palm Springs, CA

2006-06-22T08:54:00.000-07:00

How sublime,
To look at someone,
You know,
For the very first time.

The experience has,
Untold wealth,
When that someone is,
You; your self.

Lamb. Petaluma, CA

2006-06-20T08:08:00.000-07:00

How long, a piece of string?
Why is the sky blue?
Is a forest where a bear,
Really has a poo?

Answers to these queries,
I have not a clue.
Though my quest to find out,
Keeps me in doo-doo.

I need simply accept,
A brilliant sky new.
Cause it accepts me.
Wow! Who knew?

Blue sky and driftwood. Trinidad, CA

2006-06-15T18:08:00.000-07:00

Blossoms,
Sweeten life.
This is what,
I've found.

Then again,
I could be wrong,
And it's the,
Other way round.

Lilac blossom. Arcata, CA.

2006-06-14T08:12:00.000-07:00

Often it seems,
We walk alone,
All by ourselves,
All on our own.

But next to where,
Our feet land,
There's another pair,
In that sand.

So when the pain,
Is too much to stand,
Just reach out,
And grab their hand.

A guardian angel?
Or lost loved one?
Does it matter when,
All's said 'n done?

Feet in sand. Trinidad Bay, CA

2006-06-13T08:08:00.000-07:00

Sometimes,
I wanna fly.
Sometimes,
Just sit.

Sometimes
I really care,
Sometimes,
Don't give a shit.

Sometimes
My poems have wit,
Sometimes,
Void of it.

Sitting gull. Morro Bay, CA

2006-06-08T21:31:00.000-07:00

There's
Nothing
I crave
More,
Than to
See
My son,
Soar.

Bronze dolphins. Malibu, CA

2006-06-07T16:57:00.000-07:00

Your fate:
In tea leaves,
At the bottom,
Of a cup?

When we,
Kick the bucket,
Is it just,
Dumb Luck?

Answers,
Await,
When your,
Number's up.

Airstream #9645. Petaluma, CA

2006-06-06T09:34:00.000-07:00

It's Tuesday,
And really,
I ain't got,
Much to say.

So here's,
A red circle,
With a,
Blue "A"

Airstream logo. Petaluma, CA

2006-06-05T08:53:00.000-07:00

It's ever so nifty,
Screwin' in a F150.
Or turning 'er over,
In a Land Rover.

Loving's so fine,
In an Econoline,
Can't get enuf,
in a Ram tough.

But nothing's so sweet,
It just can't be beat.
When she's bent ova,
In a Dodge Dakota.

Ford truck. Petaluma, CA

2006-06-03T08:22:00.000-07:00

Locked in,
A psych ward,
Outta,
Me gourd.
Wantin to,
Wrap,
Me neck,
Wid a cord.

Goin' to,
"Group."
Praying:
Please, Lord,
Bring me,
Salvation.
And...
An old Ford.

Ford truck emblem. Santa Rosa, CA

2006-06-01T17:51:00.000-07:00

5:57 AM,
The day new,
Atop a hill,
In Malibu.

Corral Canyon. Malibu, CA

2006-05-31T08:14:00.000-07:00

Little black kittens,
A toddler's drawing,
Of sunflowers.
Those who pass on,
Possess such,
Mystical powers.

How do we go on,
With hearts,
So raw and torn?...
Know their love,
Surrounds you,
In magical forms.

In memory of Marika.

2006-05-28T07:58:00.000-07:00

One foggy morn,
On a rocky hillside,
I came upon two,
Flowers so wild.
Standing as one,
Yet, side by side,
They were as if,
Madonna & child.

Desert flowers. Malibu, CA

2006-05-24T18:23:00.000-07:00

Of sweet pie,
I am a fan.
Not let down,
At the Pan.

Banana Cream,
Was my pick.
Plate and fork,
I did lick.

The Apple Pan. Los Angeles, CA

2006-05-23T08:23:00.000-07:00

As if a dream,
It often does seem;
Living life,
In my Airstream.

Airstream. Malibu, CA

2006-05-22T09:10:00.000-07:00

Pink flamingo,
Status quo,
Quasi Moto,
Sony Bono,
Edgar Allan Poe.
Larry, Curly and Moe.

The meaning,
Of this poem;
I don't know.
Maybe just silliness,
Ending,
In the sound of "Oh."

Pink Flamingos. Paradise Cove, CA

2006-05-21T07:53:00.000-07:00

We humans,
Struggling with life.
Control we seek.

Who are we kiddin?
We ain't never gonna be,
In the driver's seat.

Boxer in white truck. Santa Rosa, CA

2006-05-20T09:00:00.000-07:00

What's the difference
Between the mirror, and me?

Is my reflection of what was,
What is, or what will be?

Åirstream, Caravel. Paradise Cove, Malibu

2006-05-17T18:19:00.000-07:00

Few things are as sweet,
Magical or sublime,
As an adoringly faithful,
Loving canine.

Mocha. West Sonoma County

2006-05-14T19:43:00.000-07:00

Not much to,
Say today,
Except...
Happy Mother's Day.

Boston Terrier. Sebastopol, CA

2006-05-12T15:58:00.000-07:00

Sonoma soldiers,
Line after line.
Banded together,
Brothers in vine.

Standing strøng,
Under the shine.
Defending freedom,
Of vintage wine.

Vineyard. West Sonoma County, CA

2006-05-10T17:14:00.000-07:00

What direction?
When to start?

Simply really:
Follow your heart.

Cast Iron Heart.
West Sonoma County, CA

2006-05-08T17:30:00.000-07:00

Just how long we live,
Nobody knows.
So make sure ya eat,
Your share of Oreos.

Oreos. Santa Rosa, CA

2006-05-07T09:46:00.000-07:00

The sweetest things in life,
Ya just can't buy.
No matter who ya know,
No matter what ya try.

Gonna do all I can,
Before I up 'n die.
Glad I gotta piece,
Of Gramma's skillet pie.*

Gramma Murphy's Skillet Apple Pie.
West Sonoma County, CA
[*baked by granddaughter, Jane Pritchard.]

2006-05-04T09:40:00.000-07:00

New to the world,
Wings still wet,
I wanna fly,
But not ready yet.

Recently left,
My spiritual cocoon.
Am making plans,
To take flight soon.

Newborn Moth. West Sonoma County

2006-05-03T08:21:00.000-07:00

Like a honeybee,
In his comb,
Is living within,
My new home.

Whilst on my travels,
And just because,
Write me an e-mail,
Or gimme a buzz.

Honeycomb. Arcata, CA

2006-05-02T11:13:00.000-07:00

Life can be a bitch.
Make ya wanna scream,
"Just Fuck it!"

In moments like these,
May I suggest a purchase,
Of flowers in a bucket.

Flowers in buckets. Arcata, CA

2006-05-01T08:41:00.000-07:00

Whenever I feel,
The need to be "right"
It takes away my power,
Love and light.

Red flowers don't try,
To change the white.
Preach, moralize,
Or flex their red-might.

Flowers, need we be,
To gain this insight?
Accepting one another,
Regardless of plight.

White flower. Arcata, CA

2006-04-30T09:39:00.000-07:00

Please do not adjust,
Your monitor,
Or your TV's flat screen.
These eggs,
Aren't white; but rather,
Shades of green.

I have a great idea!
Fire up the grill,
Cook up some food.
Inivite "Sam I Am"
And that other,
Crotchety old dude.

Seems he recently had,
A change of heart.
He's a brand new man!
And now likes,
Green eggs; with of course,
A side of ham.

Green eggs. Arcata, CA

Note: Eggs laid by an Araucana chicken.

2006-04-29T13:13:00.000-07:00

Washed onto shore,
Yards from the sea.
This aquatic creature,
Fascinated me.

Was it really different,
From you or me?
It's made of the same stuff,
Scientists agree.

So did it feel love?
Long to be free?
Ask the questions,
"To be? Or not to be?"

Struggle to find purpose?
Seeking the key?
Or simply ride the tides,
Livin' carefree.

Sea plant. Trinidad Bay, CA

2006-04-28T09:14:00.000-07:00

I was wondering,
What's he thinking?
Sitting so stoically,
Not even blinking.

Was he wondering,
The very same thing?
My regal subject,
This Trinidad King.

Dog in red truck. Trinidad, CA

2006-04-27T08:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel really, really big,
Sometimes, small.

Sometimes I want to laugh out-loud,
Sometimes, quietly bawl.

Sometimes I see the point of life,
Sometimes, not at all.

Giant Redwood trees. Trinidad, CA

2006-04-26T08:09:00.000-07:00

A Nash Rambler,
Created: 1959.
Not only it's date of birth,
But also, mine.

1959 Nash Rambler. Trinidad, CA

2006-04-25T08:07:00.000-07:00

As you're,
Pondering...
A lover's lie,
Or a baby's cry,
Why we live,
Or why we die.
Don't forget,
To savour the pie.

Blackberry pie with ice cream. Trinidad, CA

2006-04-23T11:23:00.000-07:00

My blog:
About things,
I've seen,
And places,
I've been.
Like Trinidad Bay,
And buoy,
Thirteen.

Buoy #13. Trinidad, CA

2006-04-22T13:00:00.000-07:00

Some religions,
Take a bad rap.
Hypocritical preachers,
Dish out,
Moralizing crap.

Me; I follow,
My own set of rules.
Praising GOD each morn,
And having,
One spiritual poo.

Abandoned RV and Outhouse. Petaluma, CA

2006-04-20T19:47:00.000-07:00

Do we reflect the world?
Or the other way round?

Outward do we seek truths?
Or inward, are they found?

If a tree falls on my Airstream,
Will it make a sound?

Airstream reflection. Trinidad, CA

2006-04-16T08:31:00.000-07:00

Last week's facts:
Extension filing tax,
To San Francisco and back,
Getting the Airstreamin' knack,
And receiving a gift of Bruna's axe.

Bruna's axe. Petaluma, CA

2006-04-14T08:42:00.000-07:00

Three days of rain,
Rendered,
My boots quite wet.

The plans to head,
To Eureka,
Are pretty much set.

Boots drying in fire. Petaluma, CA

2006-04-12T08:32:00.000-07:00

There once was a man named Eamer,
Who refused to live like non-dairy Creamer,
So he put on his big ol' hat,
And said, "You can screw that!
I'm gonna keep bein' a Half & Half Dreamer!"

Me. Petaluma, CA

2006-04-11T19:47:00.000-07:00

Petaluma's Pinky's Pizza.
Petaluma's Pinky's Pizza.
Petaluma's Pinky's Pizza.
Petaluma's Pinky's Pizza.
Petaluma's Pinky's Pizza.
Petaluma's Pinky's Pizza.

Say that six times fast.
Oh, I guess ya just did.

Pinky's Pizza. Petaluma, CA

2006-04-06T16:43:00.000-07:00

Beneath an old tree,
With spiritual force,
I was blessed by,
Reverend Windhorse

Reverend Windhorse. Malibu, CA

2006-04-04T09:16:00.000-07:00

Iron paws, a velvet heart,
And an official name of Terry.

Never resting, always alert,
Even though I may be weary.

Guarding the Ambassador,
Whether blustery or merry.

Iron Boston Terrier. Malibu, CA

2006-04-03T09:12:00.000-07:00

Up against the wall!
Spread 'em!
You're all in deep shit.

Everyone's under arrest,
The charge:
Partying without a permit.

The Usual Suspects. Malibu, CA

2006-04-01T10:10:00.000-08:00

To change my life,
I did seek;
Or should I say,
Sought.

Now that I have my,
Airstream;
Or should I say,
Land Yacht.

1965 Airstream. [Land Yacht] Malibu, CA

2006-03-31T07:37:00.000-08:00

Wonder
Where it's going.
Wonder
Where it's been.

My sweet,
65 Ambassador,
Airstream.

Wonder
Who it's met.
Wonder
What it's seen.

My sweet,
65 Ambassador,
Airstream.

Wonder
About adventures.
Wonder
Like a teen.

My sweet,
65 Ambassador,
Airstream.

1965 Ambassador Airstream. Malibu, CA

2006-03-29T08:05:00.000-08:00

A sight,
Like this,
I'd never seen:
A sweet little,
Green,
War machine.

Did it do
Battle?
Where's it been?
This ride fit,
for Steve McQueen.

Motorcycle with side car. Malibu, CA

2006-03-28T07:52:00.000-08:00

A friend:
Someone very dear.

Always 'round,
To lend you an ear.

Gigi. Palm Springs, CA

2006-03-27T20:01:00.000-08:00

Canine Couture in Palm Springs,
With licks.

The Supercharger on my Yukon,
Needin' a fix.

An unexpected stay in yet another,
Motel 6.

Gettin' ready to hit Route 66 just,
For kicks.

Chiclet. Palm Springs, CA

2006-03-25T08:13:00.000-08:00

On my travels,
Near or far,

In a campground,
At a bar.

On a mountaintop,
In my car.

Under a moon,
Under a star,

Call or e-mail,
I got Cingular.

Cingular bag. Buelton, CA

2006-03-24T08:49:00.000-08:00

Fluffy vertebrae,
A spine,
In the sky.
What remained,
After the plane,
flew by.

A gaseous
Message?
A cumulous dream?
Or just,
A really, silly,
Jet-stream?

Jet-stream in sky. Malibu, CA

[A special thanks to my friend
Susan who pointed out that
the clouds above looked like spines.]

2006-03-23T07:32:00.000-08:00

Like a duck on the lake,
Do we make a spiritual wake?
Highlighting each triumph,
Exposing every little mistake.

Do we reveal who we are,
With each choice we make?
For all to see and judge,
No matter what's at stake.

I certainly don't know,
An answer I won't fake.
I think I'll go have,
Some chocolate cake.

Duck and wake. Malibu, CA

2006-03-22T08:28:00.000-08:00

Thru the desert,
We did zoom.
Came upon,
A March bloom.

Left behind,
A Big Sur dune,
Heading for,
A Vegas room.

Orchard in bloom. Somewhere on 46 EAST, CA

2006-03-21T08:13:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I wanna
Stand out,
Sometimes blend.

Sometimes I wanna
Break rules,
Sometimes bend.

Sometimes I wanna
Be alone,
Sometimes with a friend.

Sometimes I wanna
Have an ear,
Sometimes lend.

Sometimes I wanna
Receive love,
Sometimes send.

Sometimes I wanna
Keep writing.
Sometimes end.

Bird on stones. Morro Bay, CA

2006-03-19T08:28:00.000-08:00

Deeply humbled,
I did feel.

Standing next,
To this seal.

Basking seal. San Simeon, CA

2006-03-13T08:50:00.000-08:00

Two paddle-tennis players,
A crackhead,
Three homeless dudes,
And a river runs through it.

Another early morning
In Venice,
At the courts,
Filled with Love-30 and shit.

Paddle tennis court. Venice, CA

2006-03-12T09:27:00.000-08:00

Not just our mother,
She was our Queen.
Our sweet, sweet,
Caroline Jean.

A year ago she left us,
Slipped away, serene.
Safely in heaven,
With angels she's been.

We miss her laughter,
Shoulder to lean,
Perogies, fried onions,
And sour cream.

Life's different,
Not how it's ever been.
Without our friend,
Mother and Queen.

Caroline Jean Eamer. July 24, 1934 - March 12, 2005

2006-03-11T08:41:00.000-08:00

Redneck Barbie
comes with,
An F150 Ford Truck,
Two packs of smokes,
Lucky penny,
And a red-headed fuck.

Barbie and Friend. Marina Del Ray, CA

2006-03-10T12:09:00.000-08:00

Their official name
Not Gekko,
But Gekkonidae.

Here's a photo
I took of one,
Just the other day.

Gekko on the rocks. Malibu, CA

2006-03-09T08:07:00.000-08:00

On the
Sunroof,
Of my
Yukon,
New.
Sit
Angel tears.
Above them,
Sky,
Blue.

Raindrops on sunroof. Venice, CA

2006-03-08T13:53:00.000-08:00

Guilty as charged!
Some of my poems
Are quite mushy.

Not this one dear friends.
This one's called,
Tree with bald pussy.

Tree trunk. Malibu, CA

2006-03-07T06:32:00.000-08:00

Gnarly knots?
Or eyes of whales?
Whispering magical,
Mystical tales.

When we lose,
Do we fail?
Or is it simply victory,
Draped with a veil?

Fallen tree limb. Malibu, CA

2006-03-04T09:52:00.000-08:00

Thoughts coiffed.
Feelings waft.
Brain soft.
Zoloft.
Oft.
Ft.
T.

Zoloft on pavement. Marina Del Ray, CA

2006-03-02T09:27:00.000-08:00

Hollywood Life.
Vince,
Doing Brad's ex-wife.
OJ's bloody,
knife.
Snorting, cavorting, aborting,
Rife.
Blowing snow or blowing,
Fife.
Ain't it swell,
Hollywood Life?

Hollywood Life magazine. Venice, CA