J.P. Hart's Blog (116)

LO;}ng Ago and Far Away (Vignette)

[LO;}ng Ago and Far Away (Vignette) (Sequential fiction—Stateside Vietnam Era a/k/a Resilient Nam Era Hippies a/k/a Leftover Nam Era Hippies—best read with thumb out and little finger out—surf’s up somewhere)}

Eden in the summer of 1967 may have been the center of the universe. You cannot disprove that and neither can I. The GOTUS had declared that the boys of America were old enough to kill but “not for voting”.

Mom and…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 16, 2019 at 11:10am — No Comments

Leaving the Purple House

Karpinsky and Dog stood catty-corner aside the intersection from the taking of the Purple House. Traffic was inordinately puzzled: a crescent shape of orange barrels and mesh construction barriers bowed from the corner, the traffic lights blinked amber, the alternated stop and go strings of cars crossing or turning the corners and wrecker crew vehicles exiting and retrying to park with most of the drivers rubbernecking at the demolition. Opposite corners…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 15, 2019 at 9:30pm — 2 Comments

Minot+comments Perpetual Politics, Transient Flash Fiction

The problem is keeping your head above water for another four years... R&R ;-)

jmac1949

NOVEMBER 12, 2012 07:33 PM

Perhaps the rhyme ship sank

A rehearsal or reversal, blank

A word river sliver, nary contrary, non-iamb

A wordy shore&lore, tales&whales, dang logjam

Batten your trusses, yield your cusses,

Await, however late, soulful iambuses

J.P. Hart

NOVEMBER 13, 2012 01:34 PM

over here in the Minnesota House 60A, my…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 14, 2019 at 4:50pm — 1 Comment

PreOP Poem

The depth of a dead bird's hollowed eye and bright feathers sodden and drowned in prismatic antifreeze?

A zoomy arrested pathos: its beak gaped.

Over on its back, his belly feathered yellow, white, his crown a special woodpecker red, and black-checker black. What was I to do, foolish poet, failed short story writer, pissant, running on with one untied shoe, other than gently lift the dead *Melanerpes erythrocephalus* with a dishwasher's glove.

I must catalog to memory…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 14, 2019 at 1:33pm — 2 Comments

Road Trip to Thunder Bay Postponed

JULY 11, 2009 6:23AM

Road Trip to Thunder Bay, Postponed

RATE: 500

They weren't even careful pulling the piano through the front door toward the driveway. Though shrink wrapped and heavy side down on it's side, there is an indelicacy viewing the transitional taking away of something you don't want taken away.

I heard an F key as they tipped it on its side.

I wore a…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 14, 2019 at 10:07am — 2 Comments

Kept the Memory

JULY 7, 2009 8:20 AM

Just Sayin'

RATE: 100

We'd won big, bigger than we'd dreamed.

We left the campus, scaring the goats with one last obnoxious horn blast louder than all the road raging warriors dancing on exclamation points.

It-it'd not matter that we'd be tawdry, gypsyish, sunburned darker than planeloads up from Aruba, this was the endless summer: unplugged. Onpast the amusement parks, the bookstores sold out of Rolling Stone, the man on every other corner…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 14, 2019 at 8:32am — 3 Comments

War Equinox Zero

War Equals Zer0

RATE: 1

War Equals Zer0

beware the falling piano

0n 0ver airwaves 0f war d0wn t0ward

the judgmental g00d 0f war sequestered

chr0m0os0me alteration 0f war the sphere 0f

hist0ry 0f war that’s what I’m calling war the

p0ignancy 0f war the draft d0dging 0f war the

remaining the same 0f war the back striking

w0rd pr0cessing 0f war the cigarette sales 0f

war the ribald c0nsumerism 0f war…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 9, 2019 at 6:03am — 2 Comments

River (Narcissistic Gleams)

Better minds than mine drew highways, painted lines, hammered bridges.

Perpetuity ends at your banks, O River, 0 mine River. You Great River.

Cattails, water grass, marsh, *lily*pads*wetland*life, guard your depths.

You accepted my faded boat: sun baked fiberglass, chrome cleats. I

poled mud /oar, bothered blue heron, your current remains dark. A

west wind challenges the bow. Paddled-poled, deeper; and press motor.

Stagnant smoke sacrilegiously…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 8, 2019 at 3:21pm — 2 Comments

De-bubbled Leinenkugel's Honey Weiss, Raspberries

UGUST 1, 2009 5:19PM

De-bubbled Leinenkugel's Honey Weiss, Raspberries

RATE: 0

and music.

It's said that there is New York City, the Windy City, Kansas City, and the City.

I salute you with love.

N says I can only write more today if I question lust being a sin. I saw a flying saucer again last night and whispered to N that I hope ya'll be home soon. I don't know if she heard me. Her eyes seemed to express rem sleep, so I left the room, sneaked two joints…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 8, 2019 at 2:20pm — 2 Comments

Soldiers of the Non Sequitur

I DUCK, COVER

On April 16, 2010 a meteor cascaded (flashed, suspended and swooped actually) crashing as I recollect, near Sparta, Wisconsin.

Though newsworthy and documented, there's surprisingly odd archive of the event and what appears to be varied record, along with nearly two million multifarious reports.

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I…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 7, 2019 at 7:09pm — 6 Comments

Some Assembly Required (Eagle-Eye Flash Fiction J.P. Hart)

Marietta texts:

Circa line eleven (11) yours 10:37 AM should read '& the newspaper with a silver Red Bull' [sic] indicates your narcissism who the capF ever hurd of confusing 'I' with 'And' in a declarative narrative.

1) S.L.O.W. D-O-W-N

2) trim your nails this year?!

Go to the desktop.

"hello stranger!"

Good gawd you could see her…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 7, 2019 at 5:15pm — 5 Comments

Green Sherman Blue

Again wailed remorse, the front rows knew, of course, more fancy word choice, like Finnegan's potential, youth is everything then not.

A quacking of who, what, why, where when enjambment-iambic that steel drum on shore, enclave upon birth, your elders marching bridges ok.ra streams implied rippled passions parenthetical how big it grew 'filled with wonder' why-in one might learn late January dawn without the Times…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 6, 2019 at 2:20pm — 3 Comments

FOG 01 DEC 09

Fogged everything as the wet coyote sniffed toward the calico kitten strained-- a jackal on its leash strung from a Maypole worth of ribbons.

BAT SHUCKS CRAZY I yelled tasting the dank fog.

Later while still dark, he discarded his narrative critique of the Wrestler -- the angled 'snapshot standing on the ropes'. Inner-framed cynically, the 'voice over' soundtrack: Dionne Warwick…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 5, 2019 at 5:34pm — 2 Comments

OS Salvaged Stuff OS



Hart will have maintained this blog for One-hundred-sixty-nine million, nine-hundred-forty-eight thousand, six-hundred seconds through 31 May 2014. Times two (roughly) deep in the Twenty-Fifteen.

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A carpenter's level designs a calm…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 3, 2019 at 7:21pm — 6 Comments

Cool Before It Was Green

Cool Before it Was Green

RATE: 2 Flag

God’s eyelid of darkness blinked, cooled and opened over rumbled silver cirrusclouds. Lightening reversed, oxygen bounced and sucked skyward, molten charred decay vanished. Wild horses galloped toward the circumhorizon arc, off the ground they seemed to fly --- toward another circumzenitral arc.

J’s TAG Heuer said 3:04 under three or four…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 3, 2019 at 2:58pm — 4 Comments

HOT SUN

Hot Sun

6 Flag

this short story was originally posted on Open Salon

September, 2009. It contains a boat.

Mofick tacked me, honor, he did tack me.

Gavel sounded hastily.

They struck me from behind I'd figured.

Dust heap. Dried blood out my nostril. Hold it.…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 3, 2019 at 2:39pm — 1 Comment

Gloria's Morning Glory Manor



[3 FEB 2014 (two of two)

GMGM February 10 '14

Mar 19, 2015, 5:03 AM]

Pennie and Galahad have primed everything up pretty damn good throughout Gloria's Morning Glory Manor, Om considers.

Galahad is fetchin' up quite a so-labeled peppercorn range turkey- broasted deep fry for the party.

Lemon meringue and key lime pie.

Asparagus, egg…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 2, 2019 at 6:50pm — 1 Comment

Silver Plane: Go to Sleep-Aplayuncast

1}Apparently many of us were worried about Nixon's five o'clock shadow during that episode of Leave it to Beaver wherein June Cleaver harbored an arsenal. What the hell was she afraid of? 2}Being surrounded by drunken warring lustful Indians? 3}Surely mistakes will be committed. 4}Perhaps all bangs are evil lest God is on drums.1} Good bye good ritlen; and why o' why does ritlen sp/ck to riflemen? 2}If the day is cogent, the day after is chaos. 3}Talking with you is like the U.N. in a can.…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 2, 2019 at 2:32pm — 2 Comments

25 Favorite Things I Learned From Opening A Web Site

rain fell like copious snot

1) Keith Olbermann has left the building.

2) I am still fixated on Lennon's (Harrison's?!) S W E E P

3) there is a vast centerist's conspiracy

4) If people would consult their Dr., if they can afford one, and fast

one day a week, the world would be a better place.

5) I am in charge of my own action packed fiction

6) I am less bored and never spit in public

7) I have gotten a nude photograph from J.K.…

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Added by J.P. Hart on June 1, 2019 at 9:47am — 9 Comments

Old Farm Road.SS:25JUL09

Old Farm Road

'If God is Your Co-Pilot, Change Seats' the roadside church sign

white/black welcomed passerbys, you kept your sunglasses on the

map on your knee, I dwelled on opacity and distractedly thought

how you wouldn't buy me that 'Kid Rock' Sinatra-ish maderas

accented Glen Plaid fedora, substituting the long roll of Sweet Tarts as

penance for my hurt look when you demonstrated the pewter necklace

pendulum penis, operated by pulling a…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 31, 2019 at 9:08pm — 1 Comment

NEW BLOG POSTS

Greeting of the Day

Posted by Ron Powell on June 16, 2019 at 10:08am 0 Comments

Go Big or Go Home

Posted by Ron Powell on June 16, 2019 at 9:30am 2 Comments

Waiting And Seeing

Posted by Robert B. James on June 16, 2019 at 7:29am 1 Comment

Leaving the Purple House

Posted by J.P. Hart on June 15, 2019 at 9:30pm 2 Comments

As Luck Would Have It

Posted by Robert B. James on June 15, 2019 at 3:04pm 1 Comment

PreOP Poem

Posted by J.P. Hart on June 14, 2019 at 1:33pm 2 Comments

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