Cooking the Hook

The first text (in bold) was received 1.11.13 12:45am. (the words in italics were my responses. I have no idea who the sender was)   I hide the body can we eat it? No Nigga I burned it wtf Whats wrong wit u? Waste a good meat! I wont it Shit are you on bath salts? Bath Salts and Pepto...goes down smoooth No try it with Lyn youll get fucked up.  It'll help you to dont feel like you wanna eat human mea t. But I LIKES fresh flesh..mmm, tasty. All this zombie shit has made me a believer.  amen! Amen! Go to bed stupid zombie Aint a shieet you trippin zombie wasting words texting is  the leading cause of nut and brain shrivel, doncha know Gomer ? damn looks like someone is in a bad mood now So who was it you ate? Ill get you some meat so you can chill out stupid zombie Man how is life? Life  is long and hard if you dont mend your ways I need an advice from your smartself About? Be honest with me tho. No bs Best I can Should I kill myself be

The streetlights and the traffic light over the intersection stuttered once and failed when the truck glanced off the power pole at the crest of Main Street at the top of the quarter mile glide down into town. Engine dead, headlights blind, inertia carried it forward and gravity gave it wings. The sky’s blue hour pulled the last purple edge behind it and, with the glare of the streetlights gone, Bea looked up at the sweeping arc of stars aligned in the blackness over her head.  In the moments after the lights went out there was a three count before the fireflies and crickets struck up a round of applause and then fell back to the serious business of finding husbands and wives before dawn. from "Murders in Monkeytown" c. Deborah Lacativa 2014

Sticks & Stones  Gather wood against the weather Pile up stones against the sky String of lights like pearls between us And the heavens' blackest eye Tell the hour Go take another Go down Moses Without a fuss Taken to the Lawless water And send that later boat for us Chorus: Sticks and stones Blood ash and bone I shake the tree Swim out alone Turnin' over the dark Missouri Now that every new leaf I had Is gone Moon's near empty, a swinging saber Keeping every prayer at bay At the throat of love for ransom From the dull approaching day There's no law That rides this border No fences stretch this far To show How times will side Against another As one arrives and others go [Chorus:] Whores are dressed in fire and feathers On a beach, sit in a row Climb the bank through scrub and tinder Disappear where rabbits go They had nothing That I needed But I gave them All I had Just to share Some dirt between them As w

(continued from) With so much strife going on in the US, not to mention the world, and my own ongoing melancholy, it was a pure pleasure to lose myself to the self I was in December, 1960 when the teleplay, starring Mary Martin first aired in dingy black and white. I tried showing a tape of the show to my sons when they were old enough but they were like fleas on a griddle and didn’t last ten minutes. Me neither.  I remember laying on the floor in the living room watching it on the big console TV that dominated the room, indeed, our lives. Beyond that I am shy of situational details – who was there, what I was wearing - the kinds of things I usually have plenty of. I was oblivious to the world because I was completely absorbed by the story. As overblown and self-indulgent as it remains, there were elements of the story that really got my eleven year old attention. Here was a family asunder and yet, the kids were the focus and they were having a hell of an adventure! M