Welcome to the Orifice.

 
So we missed last month. You’d think after a month off we’d have found ten minutes to write a splurge for here. But anywho we’re back.

Well as I write this it’s only 20 days or so until Linda heads back to the States to visit the family. Brandy (the eldest daughter) is graduating from College and just some time for everyone to get together and remember what they all look like.

Unfortunately I won’t be going as I feel the grandkids and girls need time with Linda as they have been apart for two years. If I were to go I would want to do the touristy things I didn’t really get the time to do before. So I am staying home and saving money for when we head back for good later in the year.

I started Blogging a couple of weeks back. What a catharsis it is to just sit down and write bullshit everyday and put it out there for public scrutiny. If you feel so inclined head over too http://spnak.com/journal/journal.html and see what I am up to on a daily(ish) basis. It’s been relatively quiet around here lately. I turned 30 and it passed pretty quietly. No big fuss and no hoo-hah. Just happy to still be around to write that..lol.

I have been pondering the notion of writing again… my version of poetry that is…just unsure if my brand of dark twisted humour is what is needed at the moment. I have a bunch of ideas in my head but no will to actually sit down and write them. To test the waters I went back to our old stomping ground of VP earlier this week and read in the poetry café. What I read went down kind of well. But then again pretty much everything every read by anyone in there goes down well. :o).

Maybe you guys and gals will give me a second opinion.

Until next time

Keep your cuffs on the bedpost and your eye on the door…..here’s the “stuff”


His Rubinesque Bride

...and slowly the sleep takes over

Murder, Blood on the sheets
Writhing pain agony
Blood seeping to the mattress
Soaking deep red claret coloured blood
Deep
Slow
Pain screams across her face

Blank gazes slime across his face
Fear fills his heart
Sitting on the edge of the bed
Can in hand
Cigarette in maw
He ponders the last moments

Soft kisses
Slow caresses
Lovingly stroking along the contours
Of her rubinesque body
Thoughts of passion flow across his eyes
Sugar candy love hearts fill his thoughts
Romance in the DEAD of night

Slowly the knife emerges from the ribs of the woman
His bride
His passion
His all
Where had it come from?
He couldn't find the handle just endless shimmering blade
Protruding from her side

Fear
Panic
Loss

What has happened?
Why was his bride bleeding?
Why was he smiling?
Why was he still inside pounding?
Still loving his rubinesque bride?

Sick, he falls from a clinch so loving
From her side he swims from her
The blood from her body covering his nakedness
No thoughts of redemption
No sympathy does he feel
Seemingly compassionless
He sits on the edge of the bed
Not daring to look at her limp body
Oozing her life’s blood away

Smoking the hand rolled cigarette
He leaves the bed
Staggering away from the bed
And away from his rubinesque bride
Bleeding
Dieing
DEAD
Linda and Paul

I was born Linda Sue DeZarn to a couple with four other living children. Our family was poor as far as money went but we were rich because we had love and each other. I am now 47, mother of two daughter's and proud grandmother of six beautiful grandmonsters; the four oldest being boys and the babies are both girls (took long enuff for the girls to show their pretty faces).

I met Paul Hurwood (aka miskin) online in Excite's Virtual Places (where I also met Cait) in a chat room called Ninian's Poetry Cafe. Had it not been for some of the people in that room I would not be here today. I have led a long hard life most of which can be read in my writings.

 
Linda's Poetry Pages

• Dedicated to the man of my dreams

by Miskin for Linda
• Stronger Than Steel
• In Honour

Linda

Hi there folks. My name is Paul, and I have vital statistics that resemble the national debt of several third world countries combined. As you probably know Linda is my wife and you know the story so I won’t bore you all with it again.
In the words of Joshua one of the grand monsters “I AM A FREAK” and pretty much proud of it too.
I will try pretty much anything once and if I like it or it’s bad for me I will probably try it a couple more times just to make sure. I don’t like to take things to seriously, life is way too short.
Art wise I pretty much like anything that pushes the boundaries of either taste or experimental. My main passion is Old Time Radio, it helps to stimulate the brain and gets you thinking again.

I do occasionally write poetry but I am not a perfectionist. I write what comes into my mind and just see what happens. I think that this the honest way of writing. If it doesn’t make sense it's no biggie as far as I am concerned.
My influences come from all over the place… I get moods from Pink Floyd or whatever is playing on my cd player at the time and the Goons… a wonderfully anarchic mix of surrealism and comedy… if you get the chance try them out.

In closing I want to tell you my motto in life. It’s really simple and when things go wrong and you’re not sure what to do….

FUCK IT

The translation is down to you.

Keep your eyes on the door and the cuffs on the bedpost

Paul