Recent Reviews for Ed Matlack
My Walden (Short Story) - 7/24/2015 9:00:57 AM|
Back in those days I didn't get to read here very often because I was working and missed this gem. From what I'm reading I can tell you are well read because of the adjectives you are using to describe your surroundings, much better than I do.
As I read I couldn't help thinking about a place very similar to the one you are describing, the Aransas Wildlife Refuge with salt marshes and woodlands bordering the Gulf of Mexico. Unfortunately, the few times I went there I only drove through on the road, making short stops. The place is famous for saving the whooping crane.
More like you, my Walden was Brazos Bend State Park, a half hour drive from my home, but a light year away from suburbia. Like you, I would spend hours alone, just getting in touch with the wild creatures.
Since the stories all seem to have similar themes, it wouldn't be very difficult to bundle them all together into a book… A memoir of sorts. Think about it.
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 6/1/2015 9:32:07 AM
You have lived forever, haven't you, Ed? Seems like it, anyway. I was surprised to see you write a story. I enjoyed it. After reading your story, I suddenly miss living by the ocean.
Although I've always wanted to surf on a surf board, I never did. However, I did surf with my kayak on/under 10 to 12-foot waves on Melbourne Beach in Florida after a storm back in 1999. Learning how to time my ride was excruciating. The first 15 or 20 attempts were like hmmm--I can't think of anything quite as rough and tumble. But when I finally got in the curl while pointing in the right direction, WOW--what a ride!!!
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 5/30/2015 3:46:41 AM
Yes, thank you, Ed, for sharing this fun packed euphoric and youthful romp culled from memory of soul still hungering for life's next wave. Like a dog on the porch dreaming of the golden days, in our hearts and minds you have kindled here a longing of youth where we still dream of catching that rabbit, or catching that wave, or catching that pass. The exchange of time and age for youth has passed us by, but in our hearts we are always welcome back like Shoobies, for each day is summer again!
Where the hell am I...? (Short Story) - 5/19/2015 6:59:19 AM
Interesting write...your words painted quite a picture....perhaps it was from a "leftover" Woodstock re-run
from the corners of your mind ? Don't you just hate those " daytrips?"
you did mention bunk..were you in Nam ? later...
Woodstock Memories... (Short Story) - 5/19/2015 6:53:41 AM
Dude I was there..but not doing drugs..I was a volunteer,
( 2nd year pre-med).. helping the less fortunate " outta their minds "...and yes we lost a few...
Although this write helped me to understand your " Life after Life " poem...
You really are a " WEED "...my metaphor for survivors...
enjoy UR day..kj
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/26/2013 7:35:28 AM
I went to Lake Michigan for my Summer fun...
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/20/2013 6:14:50 PM
I relish the memories of summers on the ocean shore. Yes, we love it, don't we?
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/20/2013 6:51:40 AM
Great story, Ed.
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/20/2013 6:11:12 AM
Thanks for the accolade. And thanks for writing about shoreline life that I know little of except that I am now known as a “shoobie" for my infrequent trips to the shore, bringing everything I would need. I believe the best shorelines are those without concessions. However, locals and those unprepared probably find these beachside businesses useful. The shoreline is a national treasure that should be accessible (and is, as far as I know) to everyone and not just those who are rich enough to buy Malibu beachfront or live there.
I only body surfed once. It was after I was paralyzed at about 24 with a friend who was an avid body surfer (we had small inflatable floats) and supplied me with what I needed. We went to a famous surfing spot near the point at Santa Cruz. I believe it was July. The sun was bright, but the air temperature was only about 75°. The water temperature was about 55° and shocking. Needless to say, I couldn't stay out very long and took a long time warming up because the beach sand was not very warm. While I was out, I couldn't seem to catch a wave after many tries all afternoon. Finally, I caught a wave and had a good ride in until the wave overtook me, I landed in the sand, and the wave rolled over me. This seawater was terrible. I can only describe it as being in a sewer pipe. That was my only experience with surfing and it was memorable.
We got drunk and my friend, by the abandoned boardwalk and roller coaster, made a stupid move by sliding down a wooden rail to the beach and collected a large splinter in his leg just below his groin. We couldn't locate an emergency room that was open in Santa Cruz and opted instead for a nurse friend who tried to cut it out with my friend drinking more vodka, but he couldn't take the pain and had to wait until the next day, skipping work to get it removed by a doctor. The end of a perfect day at the beach.
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/20/2013 3:51:07 AM
You did not mention "Man of War". Were we only blessed with them on the Texas coast? Good story. Though I do think that all shorelines should be free to go onto, be it beach, lake, or river. Some of us grew up too poor to have been able to pay for access.
Write another story.
Growing up at the shore... (Short Story) - 8/20/2013 12:45:22 AM
Don't usually comment on stories but this one rang a bell with me as it was something I had done also on rare occasions at the beach. A memory that does not fade with time.
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/19/2013 8:03:34 AM
yes...and a great story my freind..kudos
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/18/2013 2:57:42 PM
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/17/2013 3:11:06 PM
I have had stories come to me in dreams too, Ed. "Daddy's Girl" posted here is one of them. Nicely done and thank you for sharing. Love and peace,
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/17/2013 7:55:14 AM
Well, I'll be Stephen King dammed! If Ed did write a short story! You certainly have picked up on that kind of aura that he writes in. Seems to be a bit of mix of your childhood with the childhood of a kid today. Certainly could use an editor if you want to get it published somewhere. I'm proud of your accomplishment. Keep having those dreams and writing them. You'll feel a lot more fulfilled than writing daily poetry [?].
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/17/2013 5:21:48 AM
This completely surprised me. Keep paying attention to your dreams, cause this way good, my friend.
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/16/2013 6:17:25 PM
ED... WELL DONE MY FRIEND !
AND... THE GRAMMAR WUZ MORE GOODER TWO ! DUH?
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/16/2013 6:11:56 PM
Good job, Ed. Writing stories is kind of different from writing poetry because we have to character build when we write stories. I started out as a short-story writer so most of my poems seem to want to lean toward 'story poems." Keep on writing stories and perhaps one day, you will write a book. I hope I live long enough to be able to retire so I will have time to write a book. I have had one rattling around in my head for a couple of years, now, so hopefully one day I will have the time to do the research and then to the part I love the most, character development.
The RAFT... (Short Story) - 8/16/2013 5:10:41 PM
Rarely do I write full on stories, but this came to me in a dream so like Stephen King I expanded on it and wrote what I think is an interesting, and FICTIONAL piece...I hope you find it to your liking...there are parts that actually made me cry a bit while writing it, so have that hanky or tissue handy...ED
It was snowin' & blowin' (Short Story) - 4/20/2013 3:53:18 PM
Well, I in my weirdness, loved this. I love campers and you can keep the Holiday Inn! Good story.
Without Warning... (Short Story) - 4/29/2012 9:10:32 AM
Be tossed and turned about is risk you take on that sea.
It was snowin' & blowin' (Short Story) - 4/23/2012 5:58:16 PM
Brrrrrrrrr!! Thanks for freezin' my, er, ah, let's just say I am
having a hard time not slidin' outta my chair. Fingers are icicles, 'cet, yata, 'cet.
As for whether it is fiction, hmmmm. Call it flash or sudden fiction or a long prose poem? Friction?? Don' matter. Got thrills 'n' chills & you end up safe and sound. Determined to stay that way!
Bears came within an inch of a tent we pitched in the Smokies...eeeyiiiikes!! Ray and I hunkered down in the sleepingbag, praying our hearts wouldn't stop. Not a fun time.
I vote for central heat and a picture-postcard view.
Keep writing !!!
xOx Phyllis xOx
It was snowin' & blowin' (Short Story) - 3/15/2012 8:46:50 AM
Two to tango to life and death, cold outside, hmm... warm inside? The brain of the beast reckoned with the camper and strange beasts inside. May be another time and the strangers in the travel trailer would be co-habituated between the beast outside and the dog/human beasts inside. Maybe you could offer a nice pic-a-nic basket to Yogi and boo boo instead of being the pic-a-nic! Provocative and well written. Super stuff, Ed.
Lost in a Fog (Short Story) - 7/26/2011 3:08:10 PM
wonder how "the choice" came to be...was it that you had inner site- enough to see??
thanks for sharing,
It was snowin' & blowin' (Short Story) - 7/16/2011 7:56:03 PM
ED ... GREAT STORY ! PERHAPS IT WAS 'BIGFOOT' ?
YOU DID THE EXACT RIGHT THINGS ... SOUND & LIGHT ...
'RETREAT TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY' ... OR NOT! TK...
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/28/2015 7:55:32 AM
My father lost his leg while inspecting brakes on a freight train. Flag man forgot to put up flag and the engineer backed over my fathers leg. He survived with the one leg.
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 7/28/2015 7:13:21 AM
LOL.. the perfection solution is a stationary bike- ride indoors and stay cool- Im sure its heating up hotter now!! :)
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/28/2015 3:41:04 AM
Always recall the sunny hours. My dear ole par is always on my mind.
Some folk take to parenting with total abandon, whilst others seem to find the privilege an inner tug o war.
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/27/2015 7:11:30 PM
Oh come on, mr. Hull, it's about memories, good time.. :) wonderful poem, mr. Ed..
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/27/2015 5:58:14 AM
It's good you had a father that would take you out alone together. Unfortunately, by indulging you in junk food he set a precedent for eating habits that have affected your health greatly. From an early age, when out with my twin brother and my father, we always seemed to have a tussle because I was like my mother, and she, although he resented it, was in charge of the household and his reckless spending.
Dad was a hard worker and good provider as a truck driver. Fortunately, he didn't carry out some of his wild schemes like buying a farm. He was good at putting my brother and I to work so that he could listen to his ballgames on the radio.
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/27/2015 2:04:03 AM
Having fond memories of Dad, you are very lucky - I never knew mine ...and because of that, I'll never understand what he did or why he did it.
I have nothing to look back on... fondly or otherwise.
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/26/2015 7:29:15 PM
Everyone looks on their childhood now and again. It is apparent that you understood your father's actions in the line, "You gotta feel for dad". It's nice that he stops over.
Parental angst...? (Poetry) - 7/26/2015 4:20:53 PM
Ed, I am very happy you have some good memories of your dad. At least it seems that he tried. Mine was not geared to raise a son, or daughter either probably. He just never seemed to know what to do with me, and I really needed him to counteract what I was getting from mother . . . Sorry, really didn't mean to go off like I did.
Patience... (Poetry) - 7/26/2015 2:51:43 PM
Yet we look for new planets to ravage.
Patience... (Poetry) - 7/26/2015 8:50:17 AM
You're right. She sure is tired of cleaning up after us. Wouldn't it be nice if she didn't have to and we could enjoy her all the more?
Patience... (Poetry) - 7/26/2015 7:55:12 AM
You express what I've always thought, Ed. Thank you. Love and peace,
Patience... (Poetry) - 7/26/2015 3:28:42 AM
Yep. We are bad. Really, we are just not cool. It'll all work out, Ed.
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/25/2015 2:29:42 PM
Nicely done. Someday, man will be extinct, as the result of man.
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/23/2015 1:50:38 PM
This is a very serious poem for you, a somber warning we need to heed. God gave us a beautiful, hospitable planet, but have we appreciated it and cared for it as He would want?
Good work, Ed!
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/23/2015 8:05:51 AM
Your title is apropos to the situation and your poem is a breath of fresh air in your writing that I'd like to see you do more. New Jersey has probably been abused more than any other state, except, perhaps, West Virginia. It makes one wonder if we can stop this madness in this century. We would all have to change our way of living so many things we buy and use so cheaply might go away. On the other hand, like you have pointed out, we may reach a point where the cost becomes way too great for getting by cheaply.
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 11:58:44 PM
Sometimes we don't appreciate what we have until it is gone. Sad but true.
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 6:13:44 PM
What can i say, people do not respect what is given to them in the form of a nice environment, they must always dirty it up with trash of some kind. Not a nice thing for our earthly living either.
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 6:12:42 PM
It's better to be an old hippie, than an old grouchy man, isn't it Ed.
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 4:48:49 PM
There will always be natural disasters as well as ones caused by people.
I think by now if there is anybody on this earth that is not aware of our contribution to this, they are sadly ignorant.
Leased... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 4:38:24 PM
Your view isn't exactly my own. As bad as we seem to be, we are also very ingenuous, and we will keep coming up with ways to live on and on and . . . Who knows, maybe we will all die, but then, Ed, maybe we won't.
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 11:33:45 AM
Guess all us old hippies are a bit leaky one way or another these days, Ed. Mine are of the mental variety, rather than the urinary kind but guess they are much the same thing! Perhaps that's what keeps us just so coooool.... :) xx
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 8:48:32 AM
ED, Never was I a Hippie, but knew a few...You tell things
the way you see them and that is your rule.
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 6:53:22 AM
I never was that, "hip." But, being clear of head, you have laid out your situation very well for us. And as the church lady said, "Isn't that special?" Especially the part about the 30-year-old galvanized plumbing in my home that is springing leaks and costing me a lot of money. ;-)
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/22/2015 6:21:25 AM
You are always a "down to earth" person and friend, Ed. Love and peace to you,
PS: I do love it when you comment on my daily senryu at FB.
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/21/2015 12:34:25 PM
We 'old hippies' know where it's at.
I like this!
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/21/2015 11:31:00 AM
From a fellow "old hippie"........at least you are honest!
An old hippie lives here... (Poetry) - 7/21/2015 10:08:42 AM
Taking a hippie break, are ya Ed? Then again when aren't you a hippie? Heh.Heh
TMI...? (Poetry) - 7/21/2015 2:22:01 AM
Join an online dating service:
"Short Schlonged, Snoring, Farting, Fun Kind of Guy Looking for Someone Who Likes All Three!" You never know who's out there!
TMI...? (Poetry) - 7/20/2015 6:07:39 AM
All manner of insufficiency here. I'm even having trouble laughing at the lame joke lessness.
TMI...? (Poetry) - 7/19/2015 9:13:59 AM
I have to laugh at Jerry's comment. Lol! Just came back from the bike ride... ...whew it's hot here. Sending you love, peace, and best wishes,
TMI...? (Poetry) - 7/19/2015 7:49:07 AM
Nothing like an honest look at life.
TMI...? (Poetry) - 7/19/2015 7:41:36 AM
Premium poetry by Ed. All the bodily functions present and accounted for . . .
L & A... (Poetry) - 7/18/2015 9:55:26 AM
I like some alone time but not too much. I have a lot of family that I enjoy being around and doing stuff with. I believe everyone loves you back, hon!!
L & A... (Poetry) - 7/18/2015 9:49:36 AM
Guess a lot of us like our alone time.
L & A... (Poetry) - 7/18/2015 9:19:52 AM
Reads just about right for true confessions. Accepted.
Now, "I vont to be alone." Marlena Dietrich and I, that is… ;-)
L & A... (Poetry) - 7/18/2015 9:19:09 AM
iT'S OK eD, wHEN YOU GET OLD YOU CHANGE YOUR HABITS- WELL MOST OF THEM, NOT ALL!
L & A... (Poetry) - 7/18/2015 7:02:02 AM
I too, for the most part, like to be alone. It's always been like that. I need my "me" time.
L & A... (Poetry) - 7/18/2015 6:18:36 AM
At least for now we still live... (Poetry) - 7/12/2015 9:08:04 AM
You seem very well prepared for what has caught the others totally off guard as they freeze in place. But then, I believe you are the hero in this little tale and can conjure up whatever you need to keep the shivers away… Hooray!
At least for now we still live... (Poetry) - 7/12/2015 8:09:05 AM
Interesting tale, Ed. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace,
At least for now we still live... (Poetry) - 7/12/2015 6:25:00 AM
This reads like the beginning of a good book!
At least for now we still live... (Poetry) - 7/12/2015 3:26:33 AM
Eh . . . Nightmarish . . .
At least for now we still live... (Poetry) - 7/12/2015 2:40:48 AM
You describe futility well
Reign ended...? (Poetry) - 7/11/2015 10:57:10 AM
I like the creativity. It's a start of a good short story. You will have to reinvent yourself, though. Because I doubt if you could last 24 hours without your meds, let alone food and water… You can't eat snow for water.
Reign ended...? (Poetry) - 7/11/2015 10:00:00 AM
Glad you survived
Reign ended...? (Poetry) - 7/11/2015 6:50:35 AM
Eh . . . You have had some horrendous experiences, Ed.
Reign ended...? (Poetry) - 7/11/2015 6:48:05 AM
What a trek! I remember long ago when my father told me that someday the south would be cold and the north would become hot. Maybe he was right!
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 9:53:22 AM
VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 9:22:43 AM
Moderate temperatures, the seashore, and hangouts? What more could anyone ask for? Condos can be the bane of the earth.
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 8:44:14 AM
Sounds like the carefree existence to have a childhood like that by the seashore.
The first three homes that I grew up in are gone as well.
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 7:54:43 AM
Wonderful reflection of times past and realizing the price of "progress?". I feel the same when I go around the bend to my hometown. Sigh............
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 7:34:24 AM
Excellent bit of reminiscing and regret mixed together...
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 7:20:53 AM
Pure poetry that many can relate to in this fast changing world of ours. Happily I live on an island with the sea no more than seven miles away from me on either side.
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 6:07:46 AM
Shel Silverstein wrote, "They're tearing down buildings I watched them build. It's just time."
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 5:07:33 AM
ED ... WELL DONE !
Dean Martin lyrics pop into my head ...
"Sweet Sweet, Memories you gave to me..."
I never even saw the Ocean until I was 17 !
My homestead . 1710 Light Street is still there,
but the neighborhood has also changed greatly.
An inner city rowhouse in South Baltimore, yet
many fun memories of playing childhood games:
Aggies, or marbles in the back yards & street gutters,
football baseball basketball curb-ball tennis swimming in the pool . Riverside Park.
What a misnomer... it was miles forests & railroad tracks away from the Patapsco River.
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 4:59:33 AM
I don't have many happy memories myself, but I was brought up by the sea too. When I stand on the shore and look to the horizon all feels right but if I turn to look at the town, I recognize nothing - The town is now a city and my childhood home is buried forever beneath a vast Hotel car park... and they call it progress - I disagree.
My childhood is still there... (Poetry) - 7/9/2015 4:07:29 AM
Don't have many happy childhood memories, Ed, and have no idea what changes in Taylor, Arkansas has taken place over the years, but I assume there would be some. I'm happy you have your beautiful memories, buddy.
Never Deep Fry in the Nude...2 (Poetry) - 7/7/2015 9:47:56 AM
You sure like to give yourself the 3rd degree! I would advise you not to try to fry turkey!
I know you aren't lying so be prepared for several stages of healing that won't be pleasant. Seek a doctor if it gets too bad.
Never Deep Fry in the Nude...2 (Poetry) - 7/7/2015 5:52:16 AM
Why are you cooking naked? Is that a new fad??
Thanks for the good laugh pal I needed that
Peace be with you
Never Deep Fry in the Nude...2 (Poetry) - 7/7/2015 5:33:48 AM
What an eye opener! I just woke up, got my coffee, and tuned in to the Den and what to my wondering eyes should appear? This priceless poem!!! LOL!!!!
Never Deep Fry in the Nude...2 (Poetry) - 7/7/2015 1:58:24 AM
" I can tie the flap of skin," . . . huh?
Never Deep Fry in the Nude...2 (Poetry) - 7/7/2015 1:43:04 AM
Definitely need a good sturdy apron for your kitchen.
Treat yourself to one this instant! :-)
Never Deep Fry in the Nude...2 (Poetry) - 7/7/2015 1:32:05 AM
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/6/2015 6:46:51 PM
It's the last great mystery, and we won't know till it ends. Or will we?
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/6/2015 5:06:57 PM
YEP ... THE LAST 2 WORDS !
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/6/2015 9:46:57 AM
No offense here. I recall Sartre claiming that "Hell is other people." All those biblical writings that go back to oral history back to the time when humans first expressed their fear of death in the very dangerous, yet very bountiful and beautiful world they lived in, conjured up alternatives beyond this life very soon to end. All those writings were written by other people. Perhaps one of the most famous was a guy named Dante who really got into what he thought hell was in great detail. Fun stuff.
I think you're very right, wise one. Like Jerry says, you and I create our own hell, right here, right now. When it gets really bad, it kills us. Our punishment is over. It is strange how all of these "other people" describe heaven in normal earthly terms like, "you will have mansions…" What heaven promises, when it happens right here and now, and you actually have many mansions, it doesn't say anything about the cost, mental and physical, of upkeep is.
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/6/2015 4:46:32 AM
I think you have been taking the right drugs this time, and copied theories from the ancient book of life I wrote many lifetimes ago.
I won't charge plagiarism this time since the statute of limitations has expired.
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/5/2015 7:48:58 PM
There is no hell, and there is no heaven. These are only names we've given to them. If you read my article about "My Thoughts On Reality and Fantasy" you will notice that I think we are all souls travelling in the universe for a long time, even before God. We make stop overs on this planet earth, borrowing bodies to inhabit. When ou bodies expire our souls will move on to other planets: perhaps some planets in other galaxies as well.
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/5/2015 6:14:09 PM
'Not nonsense at all!!! I'm with you on this one. I've got to watch that way of thinking, though.
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/5/2015 5:07:20 PM
Eh . . . I'm into the reincarnation myself, but as far as us living in hell, I think we make our own hell, I have no belief in that biblical hell. Don't know why you would think this would upset anyone. Everybody has their own views on life, death, and where we go or not go after death. I think this is a very well thought out piece of poetry. Sure didn't piss me off. Even old George went easy on ya!
This, my theory... (Poetry) - 7/5/2015 4:15:14 PM
I won't tell if you don't
The pitfualls of self-help books... (Poetry) - 7/4/2015 1:04:08 PM
I have never read a self-help book. But I have helped myself many times during this life without the "answers" of others. What is really strange is any book that declares an easy way to make money, sells like hotcakes. The only money made by these books is made by the writer bilking the greedy, a perfect combination.
The pitfualls of self-help books... (Poetry) - 7/4/2015 11:14:23 AM
Everyday you wake up,
it's a new day and a new you.
Leave those books on the shelf,
There's better things to do.
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 3:30:33 PM
A most meaningful and moving sharing, Ed. Love and peace to you,
The pitfualls of self-help books... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 8:52:35 AM
I really liked the one...."I'm OK, you are f***d up."
The pitfualls of self-help books... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 8:04:50 AM
The only thing a self help book can give you ...is more height - LOL
Just be the best 'YOU' you can be. That's all you need.
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 7:05:48 AM
My son went through a severe depression over losing his boxer, Ziggy, to cancer after 14 years. He gave himself time to grieve and then got another boxer, Ukko (thunder in Finnish). The void became full.
The pitfualls of self-help books... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 7:01:21 AM
I myself can't stand self help books. I have to be me and let life teach me. On the job learning is the best in my opinion.
The pitfualls of self-help books... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 6:54:27 AM
Self Help books, are for the most part for the sad people who want a brand new them, and the believe they can get it out of a damn book. You, Ed, are not in that "sad" category, you are who you are and if you want more a book isn't going to give it to ya . . .
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 6:03:23 AM
A very touching piece Ed
Hope you will find another companion
I know it will never compare to Rufuz
the one you loved
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 5:51:52 AM
Had me worried for a minute with the new Supreme Court ruling.
But all is well,
Nothing queer to tell.
This was about Rufus,
I was sort of dufus....lol
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 5:24:06 AM
RUFUS was, and is, and always will be ... yer Best Darn Pal !
However, his absence in your daily life leaves a big empty hole.
This hole needs to be plugged again ... with LOVE !
You have heard & read hundreds of sad stories from PeeWee ...
all about little abandoned waifs that need a good home & Love to survive.
You can be a HERO ... a rescuer, a provider, a Saviour ...
whether it is a cute little Kitty Kat, or a cute little Puppy Dog ...
MUTUAL DEVOTED, CARING LOVE ... IS JUST WAITING FOR YEW !!!
A critter who has a broken heart, just like yours, is awaiting.
I wouls suggest just a visit to the local SPCA
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 5:22:59 AM
I remember Rufuz! I used to read about him in your poetry. You and him were the best of friends. I had been thinking about him from time to time, and I wish he was still with you. Getting another dog that looks like him may make you happy once again like you used to. Hope it works out for you.
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 5:07:16 AM
We miss him too, Bro.
And you should foster or adopt another dog in his honor - there are so many right in your area that need loving new homes today.
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 3:40:36 AM
Great poetry Ed, and one which spelled out the complete, passionate love between a dog an a human who cares, deeply for it. There will never be another Rufuz, but you aren't getting any younger, I think you really should consider obtaining another dog soon.
Him... (Poetry) - 7/3/2015 2:02:38 AM
There is no love that can compare to the love of a dog. It is special, unique and completely unconditional - But we have to be sure we are ready and able to put in all that is necessary and care for such a precious being. It's only fair. I applaud your refusal to rush into anything rash.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 3:00:26 PM
You may find that having is not as pleasing a thing as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true.--Spock (Amock Time)
Be... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 6:42:41 AM
Be the ball.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 6:28:38 AM
It generally depends on the people for me.
But I don't usually associate with people who are downers.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 4:21:15 AM
Yeah, you may have coasted, Ed, but you still made your point.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 4:21:12 AM
I'll join you in this thinking, it is found out to be so true of course.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 2:45:45 AM
A thought is a thought is a thought is a thought
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 1:32:01 AM
Get a Dog - they are much better company than most people.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/2/2015 1:00:16 AM
I also find that the less time I have to spend with other people, the calmer I am. As Jane says, people can be unnecessarily harsh and negative to be around. Finding such contentment in your own company is a the ultimate gift to self.
The less I have, the more I have... (Poetry) - 7/1/2015 11:51:28 PM
Man, can I relate! Sometimes it's great to just do your own thing and stay away from people who criticize and manipulate. Spending time alone lets you get into your own head and find out you are really just fine.
Be... (Poetry) - 7/1/2015 8:05:28 AM
To bes or not to bes, that is a question? Deep, very deep, like when a wave hammers you to the bottom and you eat sand.
Be... (Poetry) - 7/1/2015 7:29:50 AM
I really like this, Ed; you are sharing a fine philosophical point of view and advice. Love and peace,
Be... (Poetry) - 7/1/2015 6:01:25 AM
Fabulous! You rocked the "poem world" with this one!!
Be... (Poetry) - 7/1/2015 4:28:13 AM
Most times I came with my wife in one day was 7
Be... (Poetry) - 7/1/2015 3:35:54 AM
Be what, and who you are . . .
Zen & the Art of Reading... (Poetry) - 6/30/2015 11:41:36 PM
I read Stephen King and also Dean Koontz - they are quite out of the ordinary! I'm usually always into a book when idle and here at home and when away _ i do carry my books along.
Be... (Poetry) - 6/30/2015 11:38:29 PM
Very interesting, but not surprising coming from you.!
Old age is a myth... (Poetry) - 6/30/2015 10:44:23 PM
It's all a myth - None of us knows why we are here ...for what purpose, and asking the question can drive you crazy if you let it.
Best to just 'be' part of the myth and make your mark. :)
Be... (Poetry) - 6/30/2015 9:16:33 PM
Sometimes, the simpler the better. This works very well and your message is clear. All of nature is inside us somehow. Thanks.
Zen & the Art of Reading... (Poetry) - 6/30/2015 4:31:37 PM
Reading is fun. Yes, I agree with you. This poem is inspiring.
Zen & the Art of Reading... (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 12:32:10 PM
When I'm reading anything by Stephen King, I can't put it down. There have been nights I haven't slept because I've had to know what was on the next page.
Zen & the Art of Reading... (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 10:16:56 AM
A good book can do that to you.
Zen & the Art of Reading... (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 10:12:56 AM
You are a well read man. But I think reading a lot of King would lead one to have a rather depraved outlook on life. Perhaps you need to balance it out by reading a little Martin Luther King. ;-)
Zen & the Art of Reading... (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 8:40:50 AM
I read every single day. BooksAreMe . . . Oh, about the sea shell Ed, you don't know the story, but yep, it does too believe in me.
A Kitten Liked my Car (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 4:41:06 AM
hope she found her forever home
A Heavy Wet Snow It is... (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 4:31:05 AM
enjoyed the read
A Christmas Present for Rufuz... (Poetry) - 6/27/2015 4:19:09 AM
enjoyed the read
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/24/2015 3:41:05 PM
Stay cool ED and only ride your bike on cooler days.
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/24/2015 9:06:14 AM
Did someone say 90 degrees, sounds cool to me. 102 is getting there. How about 115 to 120 day after day for four months. That's what I am facing here in Qatar, with periodic high humidity throughout the summer, with August being the worst. So heat, yes. I should write a poem about it, too. John
Walking the beach on Christmas... (Poetry) - 6/24/2015 7:47:23 AM
I missed this at Christmas but the spirit of Christmas ought to be in every single day. Love and peace,
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/24/2015 5:17:52 AM
Global warming is a hoax… Ha ha. What will it take for people to understand science and stop believing bull… you haven't seen anything yet.
Then again, it's probably just male menopause. ;-)
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/24/2015 5:08:37 AM
We are finally getting a break from the steam caused by heavy rains and seething temps. Hopefully, you'll be getting this from the east with love..
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/23/2015 5:28:45 PM
U think is hot now?
U ain't seen nothing yet
It was 102 not so long ago
Beak out the koolaid
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/23/2015 12:31:16 PM
Eh . . . It's ninety degrees down heah in tha swamp. Glad to see you are enjoying some of that good old southern weather. Don't you worry, Ed, we'll send more before you run out.
OMG, it's freakin' HOT... (Poetry) - 6/23/2015 12:21:28 PM
I'm with you Ed. Ship this weather to Alaska.
I am so VERY sorry, Dad... (Poetry) - 6/23/2015 7:52:56 AM
Your dad is a blessing.
Lady Mary Ann
In THE zone... (Poetry) - 6/23/2015 6:43:47 AM
I thought the category kind of funny myself. I find this one to be more of a "sinker" than a stinker.
In THE zone... (Poetry) - 6/22/2015 11:59:38 PM
I hear a "buzzzzzzzz"!
In THE zone... (Poetry) - 6/22/2015 6:04:11 PM
The pic says it all.
In THE zone... (Poetry) - 6/22/2015 6:01:59 PM
Eh . . . Whatever floats yer boat.
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/22/2015 10:47:12 AM
You have shared a unique experience very well through your verses, Ed. Thank you. Love and peace,
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/22/2015 6:57:30 AM
Great experience as long as one is not "lost at sea." I recall a few summer afternoons after I could no longer swim, when I balanced myself on a small inner tube and floated around the lake with the sun baking me and remaining half in the cool water, sometimes touching reeds and weeds as I paddled near the shore or out to the island. Not a care in the world, with only the water and sky.
As far as metaphorically speaking goes, "We all have to float our own boat!" ;-)
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/22/2015 2:33:14 AM
Nekid huh? That is a great way to spend time on a metaphoric sandbar.
If in fact it was, Ah but the peace of aloneness is good. The only p\real problem is having to come back to reality.
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 4:11:24 PM
It is always great to spend time alone, help to get things into perspective.
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 3:56:04 PM
Nice poem Ed! I kayak all the time but not solo. I have to kayak with a friend of mine. It's just more FUN when the gators show up! LOL
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 12:57:51 PM
I have rowed a boat alone on lakes. There certainly is a "feeling" like nothing else when you're hidden in the reeds and on a sand bar. Oh, you are bringing back wonderful thoughts. Thank you!
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 11:13:27 AM
I appear to have spent much of my life alone in a 'metaphoric' boat. It's not all bad. Okay, there are times when other people are required but, on the whole, it makes for a less complicated life.
I really like this.
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 10:46:12 AM
Ah! In your nakedness don't we all wish to be secluded on a imagined desert isles
In our own nakedness roaming our small yet own peace of the pie
Peace be with you
Alone in a boat... (Poetry) - 6/21/2015 10:17:52 AM
I understand your discontent, Ed, and your desire what you used to have, but n'er have now, and perhaps never will have again. I have the same sort of desires, although not the sea and the marsh. No, my thoughts wander to what I have done in my life and would love to do them over again
Smelling... (Poetry) - 6/19/2015 3:31:42 PM
Sweet reminders of our past, Ed; they come with smells, sounds, taste, and sometimes of course, touch. Nicely done. Love and peace to you,
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 10:41:24 AM
Talking about Mr. Ed...Your poetry keeps me in good spirits, ed!
Predators... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 10:26:30 AM
When I was by the Pacific Ocean I was only up to
my ankles in water because I didn't want a shark
coming up to me to say "Hello."
Boredom is becoming a friend... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 9:35:01 AM
When I start getting bored I read or clean...always
something else besides boredom!
Smelling... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 9:07:46 AM
I'm grateful for the nighttime incontinence to fertilize and water is good old Garden of Eden that we live in. Sometimes, it's the smelliest stuff that is the most productive… Like your poem.
Smelling... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 5:38:47 AM
Dear KKK ...
U reminded me of something my Dear Old Ma used to say about the local busybody ... "She's afraid you'll Fart n' she won't Smell it !"
Farts n' salt marshes have something in common ...
both Stink ... are malodorous ...
Only a Joisey Barrens Devil would Enjoy smellin 'em Both !
Someday when yew reach Hades, ewe'll just Love the ...
Stench of Sulphur !!!
I'll just bet u walk around the alleys of Sea Isle City ...
Sniffin' the Dumpsters fer Rotten Crab Shells !
HO HO HO ... YEW HO !!!
Yer Dearest Cuz ... Sir Cur ... aka Tom Terrific !
Smelling... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 5:29:12 AM
Certain smells take me back to happy childhood memories. A fire ring?? Count me in!
Smelling... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 4:20:25 AM
Always, nice to remember happy childhood happenings...ED.
Smelling... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 3:18:57 AM
This is excellent poetry, Ed. It even had me yearning for camping and the good remembrances of home . . .
Predators... (Poetry) - 6/18/2015 12:35:33 AM
I watched a man pat a Great White on the head at Dyer Island, South Africa - Those babies were bigger than the boat we were in - Awesome!
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 4:09:14 PM
Cleverly done, Ed; thank you for sharing the humour. Love and peace,
Predators... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 3:18:46 PM
Prefer a pool but the ocean is the best even with an occasional shark swimming by. Considering the thousands of people at a beach, you never hear of a shark attacking them. It is rare but very scary when it happens.
Predators... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 2:58:37 PM
To think I've swum on the shores of the Atlantic from Maine to Jacksonville, Fla.. 'Where ever my oldest brother in the Navy was stationed that summer! Whew!
Predators... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 2:42:27 PM
I'll pass on becoming shark bait, thank you. I'm funny that way . . .
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 7:25:05 AM
Nice tribute to that Mr.Ed guy Matlack!
Doggy treats all around... :) The Buzzard
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 7:12:52 AM
A howling good write. Now if I only had squeaky chew toy.
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 6:44:33 AM
Now that you've run roughshod over good master Ed, it's time you received your comeuppance.
I would sure hate to get on the telephone line with you because you'd probably talk my ear right off. I would need a crowbar to get a word in edgewise. As for talking to dogs, Rufus didn't even understand you. Otherwise he wouldn't of gone out and got trouble in the neighborhood like a spoiled child. I think you fed him too many hamburgers instead of real dog food.
Anyway, check your own tea leaves before you mess with others. ;-)
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 5:47:01 AM
WOW ! GOOD JOB !
THIS IS A DUNK ... WITHOUT THE SLAM ...
N' THAT'S NO BUNK ... FROM SAM I AM !
SURPRISINGLY THIS IS QUITE PROLIFIC ...
THAT' HOW I SEES IT ... TOM TERRIFIC !!!
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/17/2015 2:54:27 AM
Wow - are you feeling all right?? Normally you like to slam me, and this piece is a compliment - I think!
"This dog talker may be with humanity at odds,
But to all dogs in general, he gives positive nods."
So very true, and this Dog Talker talks to Cats and to Wild Critters, too. So thanks for this, Bro.
PS: I've been called Mr. Ed for a very long time now - even many vets in VA Hospitals called me that. "Where's that Mr. Ed guy? I wanna talk to him, because he listens."
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/16/2015 5:42:50 PM
Your good friend Ed will love this
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/16/2015 5:05:59 PM
LOL!!! I enjoyed this!
Hello, I'm Mister ED... (Poetry) - 6/16/2015 3:55:41 PM
Zoe and I converse each and every day, Ed, not as profoundly as do Mr. ED and his dogs probably, but we manage to get through to each other. Like Mr. ED, I am positive when it comes to dogs.
Boredom is becoming a friend... (Poetry) - 6/16/2015 12:50:44 PM
Facebook can cause so much stress anymore. I've been staying off of it as much as possible. Too much drama!! Beach walking and hiking are the way to go, hon!
Boredom is becoming a friend... (Poetry) - 6/16/2015 6:21:07 AM
You need to get your face out of that book and walk more. The fact that walking is "taxing" is very good for you, both physically and psychologically. "Relaxing" is a trap that will keep you bored from inactivity. It costs no money to breathe in fresh air and even to note the ugly parts of your neighborhood. After a while they will become familiar and not so ugly once you know them as well as the beach.
My friend is pain and I can't walk. So, my friend, you have it easy.
Boredom is becoming a friend... (Poetry) - 6/16/2015 1:40:08 AM
You should, like Mr. Ed, walk a lot more, Bro.
But my recent walk in the rain soon became a nightmare,
When the rain turned torrential, tornado sirens blared,
And I soon had a flooded Man Cave - Beasty Boy Dog House.
(Lots of good exercise mopping up last night.)
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/15/2015 11:45:45 PM
...And stand as a role-model for future generations?
Boredom is becoming a friend... (Poetry) - 6/15/2015 1:39:26 PM
Seems the best thing to do.
Boredom is becoming a friend... (Poetry) - 6/15/2015 1:01:54 PM
Sounds to me like you have figured it all out and are happy with the results, and for that I am happy for you.
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/15/2015 2:30:38 AM
Happy, Happy Second Anniversary to Walt and his wife;
But was portraying them as dogs your way of being nice?
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/14/2015 2:55:07 PM
Much Joy to you and Rene wherever you are and go.
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/14/2015 10:00:14 AM
i see nothing wrong here. the sentiment is clear, but if you want them to make many future generations, you'd better include some gift wrapped K-Y Jelly with those well wishes.
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/14/2015 6:54:40 AM
It certainly has Ed Matlack poetry style written all over it. The only advice I would give is to somehow change that last line. That annoying request generally comes from the in-laws and not outlaws like you, because it's none of your business. ;-)
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/14/2015 6:20:04 AM
Your well wishes are lovely indeed.
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/14/2015 5:57:20 AM
But there will be no future generations from us.
We don't need no stinkin kids...Got one or two to many already.
Congratulations on Your Second Year of Marriage... (Poetry) - 6/14/2015 5:07:42 AM
Nicely done, pure "Ed" in the telling. They will greatly appreciate it . . .
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/13/2015 11:18:54 AM
A grand royal inquisitor ye be? Malfunction on down to function junction and you'll see. ;-)
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/12/2015 4:57:55 PM
When I rode my bicycle 20-30 miles a day in south Georgia, not so long ago mind you, I had to beat the sunrise or I was screwed. But I never had to fry an egg in my shorts.
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/12/2015 12:25:28 PM
We had a 90 degree morning, monsoons hit, went down to 70 degrees, not it's getting steamy as a sauna!!!
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/12/2015 12:14:53 PM
For an air conditioner,
My kingdom I'd sell.
They say it's not the heat, it's the humidity,
But it's still hot as hell.
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/12/2015 9:58:10 AM
Thank God for air conditioning. Don't know how I lived without it in the 1930's. But as a kid, heat didn't bother me as much as now.
Never was bothered by the crowds at the beach. I was in the water most of the time.
Personal malfunctions... (Poetry) - 6/12/2015 7:50:31 AM
You have the heat, as well we do down here, but we also have sundry thunderstorms and just plain rain to cool things off. In fact it is raining like hell as I write this.
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 4:11:02 PM
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 9:17:39 AM
Sorry folks, I typed this when I was falling down tired and made numerous mistakes that I am not going to fix...thanks for your comments...Mr. Ed, they were all wearing high heels... <smile>...-e-
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 8:36:14 AM
Like they say Louisiana,"Ya'all got a get out more! And when you do, your writing' gets much better.
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 8:14:49 AM
Love the beach and how you bring home some with you in memories.
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 7:05:13 AM
Going out and being is a great Thing!
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 6:14:17 AM
What's a beach if there's some nice pairs bouncing around? Enjoy!
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 3:35:45 AM
Blessed memories, Ed . . .
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/11/2015 2:43:52 AM
Darn it - you said the girls all had on nice pairs - what kind of shoes were they wearing???
Wonderful Wednesday... (Poetry) - 6/10/2015 8:40:56 PM
It's nice to be able to get away to that lovely ocean and the terrific scenes. Glad you enjoyed it so much and that you go back again soon.
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/10/2015 3:14:06 PM
A clever lil tight write of deep insight.
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/8/2015 7:05:53 AM
A little can't hurt you.
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/8/2015 6:29:51 AM
It takes dreams,
to be a muse,
so dream on,
while you snooze.
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/8/2015 6:29:03 AM
You're getting very good… Especially the last 2 lines.
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/8/2015 5:35:18 AM
Well done Knave ...
but I do suppose ...
ewe left out ... to compose ...
and smokin Dope ...
as everyone Knows !
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/8/2015 5:11:30 AM
...to sculpt... (Poetry) - 6/8/2015 3:02:19 AM
Yep, get enough booze in ya, that calls for a nap alright. I liked the way you went about explaining creativity . . .
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 2:27:53 PM
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 10:58:26 AM
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 7:45:10 AM
Dear Knave Knumb Knutz ...
by George ewe finally Got It !!!
Old Age is better than the Alternative ...
"pushing up Daisies" !!!
Save the Bitchin n Moanin for the AfterLife ...
HELL ... in ur case ... LOL ...
yer dearest n onlyest Luvin Cuz ... Sir Cur ... The One-Eth ...
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 6:48:29 AM
Wasn't it Rodney King that said, "Can't we all just have a little [fun]?"
Can't see why we don't while the sun still shines and we can still get off our behinds.
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 6:10:55 AM
It's nice to see you write a more upbeat piece of work. Memories are always nice, and you have many for these golden years.
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 3:35:45 AM
Living for the present, while honoring the past, is a very good way to live.
Getting older... (Poetry) - 6/7/2015 3:01:20 AM
Getting older, Ed, gives us pause to reflect and hopefully use that reflection to learn from our mistakes and treat our fellow man with reverence.
Goal... (Poetry) - 6/6/2015 10:46:07 AM
A while ago primal screams were all the rage for overcoming various ailments. I want you to have the goal of writing your memoir as accurately as you remember it without any frills or fiction to make it seem better or sell better. While writing, you will take your mind off your troubles and your boredom will slip away.
Goal... (Poetry) - 6/5/2015 9:02:35 PM
Having known you a long time on author's den, i used to see you sitting outside enjoying nature. Now i suppose you stay inside just worrying yourself to death, Sorry to be so blunt, but I would think you of all people would try harder to enjoy life. There are people worse off than you are.