Tuesday, April 30, 2013

NaPoWriMo #30.667 (Challenge Reflections)

NaPoWriMo Challenge Reflections

My old mother would be mortified to know that I participated in the "write a poem a day in the month of April," challenge. She doesn’t mind that I write, but what she doesn’t understand is why I continue to do it when the weather is nice out. Why am I indoors on the computer "wasting" precious available time reading and writing poetry when I could be outdoors spending the time spading and hoeing, splitting and stacking wood, or mowing and raking the grass.

I understand know why I am single. I understand why marriage or even shacking up with a woman would never work for me. I would never be able to handle all the yelling and screaming that would go on, because of the time I spend being a writer. It would be different if I were making hundreds of thousands of dollars at it, because then time spent would be justified by cash. The time I spend in the yard or garden doesn't net any cash, so maybe I don't fully understand what the problem is. What I didn’t tell mom was that not only did I compose one thing a day, I scribbled down more than that and I began the process in the third week of March.

When dad was still alive, she didn’t mind so much that I was writing. She had him to pester. No wonder why he frequently lost his temper. But he was like that before they married. I think she grew used to his tantrums. I just ignore her when she lays into me. I refuse to be the person I am not.

It is amazing how much work I get accomplished when I am alone. It is amazing how much you can produce when you start producing work. I see know how Stephen King can write a novel in two weeks And not only can I write when I am alone, I can get my chores done too.

---William James

NaPoWriMo 30.333 (Kelly & Denaya Start To Get Busy)

At The Maw of the Cave, Kelly and Denaya Start To Get Busy

     “Burrrr….. it’s cold.”
     “I’ll warm you up Denaya.”
     “Kelly. I’m glad I met you. No one understands like you do.”
     “Thanks Denaya. I’m glad to be here for you,” Kelly said in a throaty voice. Kelly wrapped Denaya into her coat as they walked further into the park.
     They had just seen the sunset over the lake and now were headed to their special spot. The cave. And hopefully, no one else would be there tonight. Kelly had brought a special tool with her. It is a prosthetic device that allows her to utilize a special part that defines masculinity in the world. Without this tool Kelly is simply Kelly: an intersexual being who is neither male nor female. And who can pass as either male or female. As a male Kelly looks like a 5’6” fourteen year old pubescent boy. As a female Kelly looks like a male to female transsexual whom you’d do a double or triple take on in trying to figure out the gender. Kelly lived as a woman mostly.
     “Ohh look…. The cave,” Denaya squealed! Her womanhood instantly aroused.
     Kelly nuzzled into Denaya neck guiding her into the cave with a kiss. Kelly could smell Denaya’s arousal. Denaya smelled sexier when she was gooey wet between her legs. And Denaya did as she was told and wore a shimmering knee length spaghetti strap sun dress. Kelly ran her hand up Denaya’s thigh and smiled.
     “Denaya, you’re not wearing any panties,” Kelly said as she inserted her fingers in between Denaya’s hairless vulva. Denaya let out an anticipatory moan and opened herself ever so slightly. Kelly removed her fingers and brought them dramatically up to her lips in order to taste Denaya’s ambrosia.
     “Fuck me with your man penis. I don’t want anything to get in the way between me and you.”

---William James

This is it for National Poetry Month. I wish I had, had more time to develop this part of the story, but this was the best I could do in an hour. Now I need to get ready for work. Thank you for reading this post in spite of its disastrous nature.

NaPoWriMo #30 (Shelved Items)

Shelved Items

Elric at the End of Time
Wild Turkey 101
Defense to King Pawn Openings
The Screwtape Letters
32 Plastic Chess Men
Romeo & Juliet
Dead On Arrival
Every Living Thing
Iron John
Gold of the Gods
Deathbird stories
Distionary of foreign terms
The Final Nexus
Star Trek Time Trap

---William James

Monday, April 29, 2013

NaPoWriMo #29.667 (casino)


There is nothing lucky about the place. People flock there to buy a dream. They insert money into hungry slots hand over fist and leave pissed that they spent into the food and rent budget.

The casino is not a happy place. Money is treated as a commodity. The rules around handling it are oppressive. Every cent is watched by eagles in the ceiling.

As money handler, my work week goes by slow. The minutes tick by like days. And at the end of a shift, I am all used up. I am as happy as the masses of losers driving off the premises with their heads hung low.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #29.333 (Swinging Triolet)

Seeking NSA Swinging Fuck Friend Triolet

I'm looking For a fuck friend
A bad girl who seeks to do some cheating

I want lady who, when racy, can bend
or a horny girl who's also looking for a handy fuck friend
Any pretty girl will do if she can send
a guy like me to his knees from a stiff beating

I'm looking For a lady fuck friend
A bad girl who wants to do some cheating

---William James

NaPoWriMo #29 (Morning Coffee)

Morning Coffee

A dapper gray colt grazes.
It pulls long chunks of grass
out with browning teeth

Three others crowd
around an abandoned
barn looking for a handout
that will never arrive.

---William James

Sunday, April 28, 2013

NaPoWriMo 28.667 (Lands End)

Lands End

At the lands end
there exists a spirit
that whistles
through tall firs
and leafy alders.
The spirit howls
like a puppy left
too long alone.
and you can see it.
It rises off the swamp
like the evaporation
of morning dew in June.
The nearest neighbor said,
the day i moved into
the old farm house,
that the Farmingtons
covered an ancient
burial ground with swampy water.
Under the harvest moon,
angry ghosts kill calves and
steal golden grain
off corn stalks in the field.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #28.333 (What Has Happened To My Life)

Where Did I go?

Would I miss Mass
if I stopped going

Today I was scheduled to go in early.
I didn’t put up a fuss.
What choice did I have?

What I question more is
am I still a believer?
Does the church teach truth?
Is yesterday still relevant?

Have I become my father?
He worshipped god in nature,
at least that is what mom said.
I always thought he was an atheist.

I, however, experience god
through the scribbles of my pen
and through the croaking
of the frogs under the stars.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #28 (The World Was Drawn In Parallelogram Lines)

The World Was Drawn In Parallelogram Lines

It is always wires with mom
She doesn’t distinguish between
     power supplies
     telephone lines
     coaxial cables
     extension cords
     or audio adapters
to her,
they are simply a wires

It is true,
some people exist
in different worlds.
A multiverse
of crossing lines.

---William James

Saturday, April 27, 2013

NaPoWriMo #27.667

It burns
When I
The pain
in my asshole

This must be love

---William James

NaPoWriMo #27.333 (Still More Lines Lifted From Books & Transmogrified Into My Own Words)

Still More Lines Lifted From Books and Conversations Transmogrified Into My Own Words

I dreamed of worms. They swam under people’s skin. The whole world was infected by these worms. When I woke, my heart raced superfast. I thought of it like the human race was walking around the moon with a bone on.

I was having a bad day. I did like the doctor said, I pissed in the car. I tried to put my dreams away into the realm of hobby. I moved from one part of myself to another. The world dissolved around me in a pendantic cloud of versification.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #27 (A Few More Lines Lifted From Books and Conversations)

A Few More Lines Lifted From Books and Conversations

The doctor told it like it was. Kill the stars with kaleidoscopic tridents lest the rays make prisms in the deep dark water of the abyss.

---William James

Friday, April 26, 2013

NaPoWriMo #26.667 (Highlighted Kindle Book Words)

Highlighted Kindle Book Words

I saw something in the sky from a copse I was lounging in. It was a refulgent augean prosaic torus. It moved in front, behind, and through the clouds like a train. It chugged out a pendantic trail that resembled a vulgar verisimilitude myopic shoal. The air force sent a squadron of fighters after it. They were viscerally terse in their engagement. There was something conniving about what happened. When the missiles exploded the nonentity displayed a frisson dentition before deferentially streaking like a bolt of lightning toward the stars.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #26.333 (Lines Lifted From Books and Conversations)

Lines Lifted From Books and Conversations

I am not sure this is true. It must be a software glitch. I don’t want to be a blonde yet again today. I’m an American Indian for fuck’s sake; if that means anything.

You know I could give a damn. That was what had annoyed me so much. There was no cure for panic. No matter what they do, I won’t lift a flag of permanent defeat. I just don’t want to get like that again.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #26 (I Am A Bitch)

I’m A Bitch

A psycho
Control freak
I am needy
I have jealous rages
And I want you to be an image of me
But in spite of my flaws
I have an open mind
And want to try something new
My hubby has no idea
He spends too many hours
Playing video games
I am losing him
I need a new partner
One with soft curves, boobies, and a vajayjay
I have no idea where this will go
Would you like to hop on a crazy train with me
I am who I am
but I don ‘t know what I want in a woman
I want to tastes the cakes first
And see where the frosting will take me

---William James

Guest Author: Samuel Ortiz (Episode 5)



They continued there regular jobs to cut down trees and cook food. Everynow and then, Wheels or Hot would look towards port USOA to check if there was the smoke signal Fiero promised. Suddenly, Wheels looks up and quietly tells Hot to look. "They're ready," said Wheels. "Lets go turn off the sun and get out of here so they can come bomb this place!" Hot and Wheels went to turn off the lights. Hot went to tell Doc it was nighttime and waited for him to fall asleep. Once Doc was snoring, Hot returned to Wheels and they port USOA. As they arrived Fiero greeted them and told them that he was ready to drop the bombs. "Alright, do you want us to go with you?" offered Wheels. "Sure, you can come," answered Fiero. Back in Washington D.C., Doc woke up and looked for Hot and Wheels, "Where are those two lazy butts? They probably left to Port United Statues of Asia AGAIN. Oh whatever. i'll yelll at them when they come back. I'll just get some rest right now." What he didnt know was that in minuets Washington D.C. would be bombed. He was on the ground looking up to the sky when he saw something coming closer and closer. "Uhhhhh..what is that?" Suddenly, there was a loud noise nearby. BO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-M "OMG!" screamed Doc. "Its the Asian people, isn't it?"said Doc, hate filling his head. "Alright," said Doc, "I'll go to Africa" he said "I don't think so!" said Fiero. "What the hell is going on here???" yelled Doc., racing to get out of that place. Too late. The bombs Fiero dropped began exploding.

---By Samuel Ortiz. Edited by Ivanna Ortiz

Thursday, April 25, 2013

NaPoWriMo #25.667


I want
to dream

flowers that pollute
the sun
breaking my back

---William James

NaPoWriMo #25.333 (Another spam email poem if it can be called that)

It is early in the morning and I want to go to sleep

I still remember you from that vicious night we spent together.
Do you remember what I was wearing?
I am looking for a friend to fuck
I cannot say why I have chosen you

Do you remember what I was wearing?
A black satin blouse and hip-huger panties
I cannot say why I have chosen you
But you can avoid three critical mistakes

A black satin blouse and hip-huger panties
you will continue to take on water till you sink
But you can avoid three critical mistakes
The most vital thing you can do is save money

you will continue to take on water till you sink
if absolutely nothing is working then you're stuck
The most vital thing you can do is save money
Photography is another great way to get outdoors

If absolutely nothing is working then you're stuck
But I am looking for a friend to fuck
Photography is another great way to get outdoors
I still remember you from that vicious night we spent together.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #25

It was a cancer
eating the hood of a dodge
that ruined my life

---William James

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

NaPoWriMo #24.667 (Rory Naked, A Story w/o the Cubes)

Dear “It Takes 2 to Spoon,"

My favorite vegetable is a spicy red jalapeno. Down at the tip the fruit is sweet like a cherry, but as you nibble up the shaft it becomes hotter and hotter like the skies of Venus. That is what I am like. I am sweet and hot all at the same time. But I am also the flower that blooms into fiery Mars.

Look at the time, I am free, I am wearing something spicy; when do you want to come over? Give me a call, my number is 555-123-0269. I am wanting…I mean waiting up for you.

Hopefully Yours,

Kelly Jalapeno Jackovich

*        *        *

Brrrrinnng, bbbbrrrrring, bbrrrinnnnnggggg

“Is this Kelly Jalapeno?”
“My name is Denaya. Can I have your address?”
"Yes, I'll leave the light on...

---William James

NaPoWriMo #24.333 (Even the title is seventeen syllables long)

When I'm awake I can write a haiku in under sixty seconds

All day a cow eats
grass renders to ideas
rooting through the soil

---William James

NaPoWriMo #24 (a non-traditional villanelle)

The euphoria doesn’t last long
I squirm around a bit before wiping
I love the feel of cayenne burning in my ass

Wash your hands before touching your eyes
And don’t touch your privates either, it can be piping
The euphoria doesn’t last long

You might be surprised to know
That cayenne can get your fingers griping
I love the feel of cayenne burning in my ass

You might imagine a dog panting out of control
But you will be able to survive the hyping
The euphoria doesn’t last long

Try a pinch or a fistful in your coffee
It will cut through any bad taste such as sniping
I love the feel of cayenne burning in my ass

It’s a lot creepier than receiving spanking from a monk
Living on top of a mountain sniffing roses and farting
But the euphoria doesn’t last long
You’ll love too the feel of cayenne burning in your ass

---William James

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

NaPoWriMo #23.667 (The Haiku Outside The Window)

Outside the window, I see

A purple sunrise:
a tree is dressed in gold. The
butterflies are dead.

---William James

NaPoWriMo 23.333 (Rory Story w/o the Cubes)

It Takes Two To Spoon

After Denaya left for the night Kelly was dreamy. Kelly didn’t want her to leave. Denaya had to go back to her parents’ house. She was under 20 after all. And Kelly was almost thirty.

*        *        *

It was dumb luck that Kelly ran across Denaya’s Craigslist personal ad. It was listed in the w4w section under Causal Encounters. Usually Kelly cruised the m4t section simply, because, physically Kelly was more similar in appearance to a male to female transsexual than simply a genetic female. Kelly’s genitalia was a tiny male appendage above a grotesquely female hole. Inside the hole was one of Kelly’s testes. Sexual intercourse was painful and only happened once by force when Kelly was a child in the old country. Nevertheless, yesterday, Kelly accidentally clicked on the w4w.

It Takes Two To Spoon - w4w - 18

Athletic flat chested smooth hairless 18 year old needs to be touched, cuddled, and kissed by the same. HIV- DD free and you must be too. I cannot host, but can travel to you. Age and body shape unimportant. No endless emails. Let’s do this today.

Please send face picture in email and put your favorite vegetable in the subject line so I know you are real.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #23 (Maya in the Garden)

Maya in the Garden

It is all in the mind
you know
living here

that wood pecker
beating on a drum
calling out
for a new spring
over yonder

isn't real

this is all a dream

the dreamer
will wake

and I
and all that we know
will cease
to be

---William James

Monday, April 22, 2013

NaPoWriMo #22.667 (A Rory Episode w/o the Cubes)

Denaya & Kelly

After Denaya climaxed all over Kelly's lips and tongue, she dismounted and sunk into Kelly's wanting arms. Denaya whispered soft kisses into Kelly's ear. It felt like the fluttering wings of a Red Lacewing Butterfly. Kelly was like a moth caught in Denaya's net. He was euphoric that Denaya was not freaked out by her genital deformity.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #22.333 (An Obscene Septolet)

Don't fuck me!
You tribbed
my pussy

I'm blocked.
You broke
my head.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #22 (A Rory, Cindy, and Kelly Loose Villanelle)

Cindy grilled the spam dinner a new green lace skirt
Rory was not prepared for her to leave
His thoughts must have killed her

Cindy complained about inserting something in something
It had to do with the Plastic door to the latrine
Cindy grilled the spam dinner a new green lace skirt

Ricky was beached on the extra bed
Kelly asked, "Why was your sister murdered?"
His thoughts must have killed her

It was the first time they had gone fishing
Kelly was wearing a "Save the Whales," shirt
Cindy grilled the spam dinner a new green lace skirt

Rory tried to tell the story in under 20,000 words
He asked, "Don't you have a dog?"
Cindy grilled the spam dinner a new green lace skirt
Ricky's thoughts must have killed her

---William James

Sunday, April 21, 2013

NaPoWriMo #21.667 (A Craigslist Casual Encouther Pantoum)

Please Help Me

Are you out there?
Can you handle a brat?
I want to hang out and get cozy
My body craves the feel of another body

Can you handle a brat?
I seek a firm strick female to punish me
My body craves the feel of a same sex body
I am 24, I have a house, car, a decent job

I seek a firm strick female to punish me
I have a boyfriend, he understands
I am 24, I have a house, car, a decent job
I'm a virgin looking for my first girl

I have a boyfriend, he understands
I love oral and have toys, my boyfriend will watch
I'm a virgin looking to kiss my first girl
I am free of disease and need you to be as well

I love oral and have toys, my boyfriend will watch
I don't know how to do this, I am new at it
I am STD AIDS free and need you too need to be
I just want to be licked by a female tongue

I don't know how to do this, I am new at it
I want to hang out and get cozy
I just want to be licked by a woman's tongue
Hello, is there anybody out there who can do this?

---William James

NaPoWriMo #21.333 (A Spam Email Pantoum)

The perfect Encounter

Do it with hot looking cutie
Like me; every Single Word
I'm not messing around
Don't bust a nut on a dog

Like me; every Single Word
Get me descretly, at your door
Don't bust a nut on a dog
Are you ready tonight for love

Get me discretely, at your door
and other women---no strings attached
Are you ready tonight for love
You're invited to play with us

and other women---no strings attached
Use code: SUPER400, hit my slot
You're invited to play with us
First come first serve

Use code: SUPER400, hit my slot
I'm not messing around
First come first serve
Do it with hot looking cutie

---William James

NaPoWriMo #21 (ReRandomized Words)

get away
get confidence
gain freedom
get a girlfriend
get a job
get out of the closet
rent a cabin
desensitize yourself
get massaged
admire a stranger's wife
get a happy ending
get armaments
try virtual reality
be fearless
stop sweating
be spectacular

---William James

Saturday, April 20, 2013

NaPoWriMo #20.667 (Kelly's Kiss Part 2)

Kelly's Kiss Part 2

Kelly was afraid.

Kelly was apprehensive that Denaya would want to reciprocate, to touch that forbidden zone, that shameful place of freakish abnormality at the base of the body. With legs tightly closed together, Kelly pushed on the fear. Kelly delayed Denaya’s urges for penetration by pulling the fabric of the sports bra down to tease and tongue two sexy bumps on Denaya’s muscular chest. Denaya moaned “MORE” louder. She begged Kelly to enter into her sex.

*        *        *

A wall was starting to teeter inside Kelly. It was the wall of truth. Kelly was born with a defect. Kelly’s parents were poor. They were looking forward to child. A son to help work the farm when the unthinkable happened. The nuclear plant at Chernobyl exploded. Though they were hundreds of miles away, the radiation damaged their child in the womb. Kelly was born a hermaphrodite.

*        *        *

Kelly resisted with an inward scream. Denaya sensed a hesitation, but in the throes of passion forced Kelly’s hand to her sex. Kelly had never felt a woman’s sex so ready before. So wanting and needing attention.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #20.333 (Septolet)

Dutch Masters
eat out
give head

rise, sip
rock hard
on top

---William James

NaPoWriMo #20 (Un-Randomized Words)

Travel to
wear rainbows

swim lagoons
eat turtles
snorkel, gaze
over the edge

---William James

Friday, April 19, 2013

NaPoWriMo #19.667 (Rory Story Cubes)

April 19, Part 1, Kelly's Kiss

Kelly kissed Denaya deeply. More deeply than anyone before. As their tongues mingled together Kelly got hot. Uncomfortably hot inside. Kelly drew slowly back and gazed into Denaya’s eyes. Her eyes smiled and her pupils were dilated. Kelly tenderly kissed her forehead. And marveled at how beautiful Denaya was. Denaya was far more arousing than any man Kelly had been with.

Denaya was a professional golfer. She had an athletic body. She was the best of both world’s. Her body had hard lines, corners, edges overlaid by subtle curves and a faint feel of feminine softness. Kelly loved the feel of Denaya's beanpole shape. Kelly especially loved her nubile flat chest. Denaya’s voice was music to the ears. When Denaya spoke in her honey-toned alto, it sent Kelly into Cinderella's corner singing and dancing all the way.

Kelly was worried though. Worried that the relationship would go further. Terrified of what Denaya would think once she had touched Kelly’s shameful truth. Dr. Rogers had accepted her genital abnormality. Kelly was horrified that Denaya would freak out like how Ricky did.

Kelly kissed down Denaya’s long neck and played special attention to her color bone while her hand teased under the band of her panties. Denaya responded. She moaned “more” as she pushed Kelly’s hand down further….

---William James

NaPoWriMo #19.333 (Tormented Sarah)

Tormented Sarah

Christie hates guns
Guns kill
That's what they do best

beer in hand
sun in the sky
sat on the porch
The house
was first owned
by a tobacco merchant
sketching Sarah Winchester

Sarah believed ghosts
would kill her
if she did not
try to confuse them
by building odd rooms in her house

Christie explained
that when you talk to
right wing gun nuts
they always
lift up the second amendment
as if it were a commandment from god

This story is a metaphor
for modern day America
Sarah Winchester was haunted
by the ghosts
of people her guns

America has profited from guns
we can't get rid of them
and now they are killing us
in Sarah's haunted house.

---William James

Guest Author: Samuel Ortiz (Episode 4)



In port USOA on January 2, Fiero was thinking about Washington D.C. He was worried about his friends Hot and Wheels. Finally morning in Washington D.C. When Doc woke up, he told them every single thing to do, it made them very mad so do you know what they did? They went to a secret control room they found and made it night time they said to Doc "Hey the sun is going down." they pointed out. "WHAT? BUT WE JUST WOKE UP!!" Doc screamed at the top of his lungs it broke the glass of port USOA (PORT USOA)" What happened to our glass?(WASHINGTON D.C.) "Alright, fine! Let’s go to sleep" said doc he went to sleep while Mr. Wheels and Mr. Hot escaped and went to Port USOA. They wanted to talk to Fiero and they told him what was going on. Fiero and the other two went to the police station while a plan formed in his head. They went to the police station and asked to go into the secret meeting room. So they went to the Secret reunion room Mr. Hot said, "The strangers are treating us bad." "Okay I have an idea" said Fiero, "I'll tell Turbo 1 what’s going on and he will help me make bombs and when we're done we'll drop the bombs on Washington D.C. How does that sound?" "Sounds good," said the police. "Okay go back to WASHINGTON D.C. because they'll probably be meaner if the find out you came to Port USOA. We'll send smoke signals when we are ready for war, okay?" "Okay! Thanks Fiero!" said Mr. Hot. When they returned to Washington D.C. Doc was already awake and angry. "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!" he yelled. "We were in port USOA," said hot "YOU'RE NOT ALLLOWED TO GO TO PORT USOA WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM NOW ON YOU HEAR? Screamed doc "FINE!" retorted Wheels.

---By Samuel Ortiz. Edited by Ivanna Ortiz

NaPoWriMo #19 (Are you thinking about me baby?)

I feel something
In my side
an excitement
a wonderment
a psychic encounter
with yet another soul.

A warm sensation emanates
from that same spot
the unnamed other
removed a rib from
to form a partner
in the beginning.

I’m speculating
about what
it would be like
to glide my rough hands
over the soft edges and corners
of your naked body.
What will it be like
to be on top
and to release my seed
inside of you?

Are you that missing jigsaw piece?
A key to unlock
a door to
about who it is we are
and what this new rapport
means to an infinite universe
beyond ourselves.

I’m thinking hard on you
in the chasm of fantasy.

---William James

Thursday, April 18, 2013

NaPoWriMo #18.667 (Rory Story without the Cubes)

"My husband sent me this letter a few days before the storm. Hopefully, you will find it useful," Tina said as she handed a raggedly opened envelope to Dr. Rogers.

*        *        *

Dear Tina,

I am writing this to you in a state of extreme distress. I have never experience an episode so intense before. Just in case you were wondering why I sent you and the kids away, it was because I feared for their safety.

First of all, before I write anymore, I wanted to apologize for cheating on you. But I wanted you to know that I never cheated on you with another woman. At least they were not born women, but rather were self-made only.

I met a person on the Craigslist miscellaneous love page. I thought she was a cross dresser, but she turned out to be a freak of nature. I was so disturbed by the absence of a gender that I became obsessed with it. And saw it as a danger to the world. Thus, I decided to put it out of its misery.

They say hindsight is 20/20, boy is that true. I am wishing now that I would have trusted my intuition and not asked it out for the fifth time.

I am so sorry Tina that I wasn't satisfied with the appearance of your body. I wish now that I had asked you to be a participant in my sexual fantasies. You could have strapped one on and dressed like slut as easy as a shemale could. Then maybe I wouldn't have strayed away from your bed.

I hope that you can find it in your heart to one day forgive me. I wish now that I would have stayed true.

Your Fucked Up Husband,


*        *        *

"Thank you. This helps a lot," Dr. Rogers said to Ricky's tormented spouse.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #18.333 (Celebrate life with an acrostic poem)

Connect in
Kindness together. Be respectful to

Young and
Old people alike. Be
Universal in dealing with the plight others.

---William James

NaPoWriMo #18 (Maybe there is a poem in this rambling bramble of junk)

I stand steady approaching a crossroads
one path opens to a new life
the other is more of the same
I want to be in two places
to look down from the mountaintop
to paint the vision of a new life on to the sky

When I was a kid
I used to hunt and fish
back then Steelhead swam up the creek
and you could catch them with a limb, line, and a worm
they were so plentiful
you could walk across water on their backs
Today, there is nothing like that here

The economy has been centralized
it is controlled by superpowers
and the individual can not stand in its way
they control the government and write laws
to protect themselves from upstarts
Politicians talk out of both
sides of their mouths at the same time

When I was a kid
one could purchase milk from a dozen small dairies
now all of these farms are empty buildings
rotting into the countryside
and the cows have all been ground
into hamburger
Federal efforts have stymied
us Lilliputians so that we can't
even feed ourselves
without millions of dollars of
technological infrastructure
so that we can conform to the laws
that govern commerce

Obama was a big disappointment
he could have given us a vision
to work on like saving the planet
from our toxic pollution
or taking us to Mars
instead he gave us more lotteries
that soak up our wealth like a sponge
and distribute it to giants who do not need more
Strength in numbers is important
but there is no power
when most of the world is asleep

---William James

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

NaPoWriMo #17.5 (A 10/9/2011 Reposted Poem )

I hate going to the doctor
watching agonizingly slow tics of a clock
sitting in endless lines of chairs
surrounded by sick people

I waddled through sterile doors
hunched over like a scarecrow
goat in a snow frozen field
getting on the scale
was like adding insult to injury
The nurse looked at my chart
scribbled a figure
raised a disapproving eyebrow

I was finally led on a leash to room number sixteen
the exam bed was wrapped in the usual crispy wax paper
I felt like a limp steak waiting to go into the freezer
I stared at ceiling tiles
reorganized the annoying buzz of lights
into vaguely recognizable patterns
I waited some more
in cubes stacked like Tetris boxes
I cough loudly
I’m still here
I’m still sick
Where are you?

The doctor enters after an hour
I vomit out all the sordid details
The doctor smiles nods and scrawls
As a melodramatic whole
the process is far too exaggerated
for a bitter bottle of pills
only the few can afford

---William James

NaPoWriMo #17 (Stranger Cover Poem)

Play Outside

Camping, skinning, drinking, skinny dipping
Get attacked by an owl
Don't fall on the soap
or in the lake
Do strange things with pot
It's legal now
in Washington
at the theater
or at Artfest
Don’t let the door
hit your ass
on the way out

---William James

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

NaPoWriMo #16.5 (Prompts from random Stranger pages)

April 16

I’ve fallen in love with a jewel on the waxie moon. She said gimme the loot. I said I know a place beyond the pines. It is mind blowing and heart-stoppingly beautiful. Let’s play now in upstream color. Let’s be savage and dance naked around a fire. Let’s disconnect from the stranger on the television. That alien dictator who drives a little yellow school bus.

---William James

Source: the Stranger. Vol 22, No 32. April 10-16, 2013. Pages 60-61.

NaPoWriMo #16 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 16

Rory wanted to be alone. He wanted to go into his quiet place. That special place that only he could own.

When he was a child, his father locked him in the hall closet whenever he broke a rule. No matter how hard he tried to please his dad, he always found a way to annoy him.

Rory's father never ceased to remind him how much he resembled his mother. This should have made Rory happy, but his father always followed it up with, "I wish you had died at birth instead of her."

*        *        *

       "What's up Kelly?" Rory tenderly asked.
       "Ricky tried to kill me," Kelly sobbed out.
       "What?" Rory said sitting bolt upright in the bed startling a sleepy Mandy. "I knew that Ricky was weird, but I didn't think he was a murderer."
       "He touched me. He found out my secret. The cops carted him away to a looney bin!!"
       "I hope he rots in hell Kelly. You deserve so much better than a cheater like him!"

---William James

Monday, April 15, 2013

NaPoWriMo #15.5 (Making Poetry From Advertisement)

An Unexpected Journey

When we get older
Make new favorite things
Put your pants on
Have an affair
At your desk
In your mind
At work
Mix it up
Sprinkle in guilty pleasures
Eat your way into sexy
Remember, she’s not your mama
It’s play not childbirth
Accept the good feelings
Don’t involve your family
Involve your body
Begin living your life
It’s not cancer
the end of youth is a new beginning
Explore yourself

---William James

Source: Messenger. Salemhealth.org. April / May 2013.

NaPoWriMo #15 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 15 (Fugue in Ricky Coo Coo)

Ricky was imprisoned in an all-white padded room with no chair to sit on or cot to sleep on or window to look out. He had no idea if it was night or day. He had an unquenchable desire to do pull ups, but there were no ledges in the room or about the door that locked him in. Ricky just wanted to hang from something. He wanted to feel the full weight of gravity in his arms. So to pass the time he did the calisthenics he learned in grammar school PE. Back then he hated doing pushups or burpees or jumping jacks, but here in the padded cell the tortures of hell would have passed the time faster. Ricky even did what he hated most, wall sits.

The only contact he had with the outside world was when his therapists would enter presumably once a day, but it could have been once a week for all he knew, because there wasn’t even a coo coo clock in to keep him company in the white padded room.

When Dr. Rogers would ask, “Why are you here,” Ricky jumped up and down in anger while pointing his finger at an imaginary foe and cough out, “FREAK,” and “KELLY!”

When Ricky’s wife and children came to visit, after a fortnight of incarceration, Ricky showed no interest and failed to acknowledge their existence.

Dr. Rogers was at a loss as to why Ricky was nuts. He poured though his journals in an effort to pin a name on Ricky’s condition. Until Ricky would open up or he’d interview Kelly, this case would remain a complete enigma.

---William James

Sunday, April 14, 2013

NaPoWriMo #14.5 (A Line From Here And There)

Have you ever intentionally walked in poop?

Seattle is a city of sun worshipers. My ear plugs fell out in the middle of sleep. Did you notice the man crying? His head faced downward. The sky was murky and purple. It could be worse. I am married now, my sister divorced, my mom sticks her tongue out. We laugh so we may not weep.

I felt my nerves burning out of control. I sheltered indoors clinging to routine until summer day’s return. I didn’t tell the others, there was no point. My mother’s voice was dramatic and emphatic. It was just like walking in the mud. Where does the universe end and boredom relief begin?

---William James

Source: You’ve Been eaten By A Hamburger, Volume 2, December 2012.

NaPoWriMo #14 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 14 (The Taming of Enkidu)

Enkidu before being tamed
Under the thin veil of civility, Rory was a hairy man. He was a primitive man. He was a primate. He was Enkidu.

Mandy was the harlot who tamed his roiling insides. Who shaved that matted mess of monkey hair that grew around his heart. That shielded him from the tortures of growing up with a woman who loathed him. And a father who resented and blamed him for his mother’s death. But Mandy was different. She was a different kind of woman than his step mother. She was an explorer. She was a leader on an expedition into the underworld or into purgatory or into the realm of the dead. She was like Enkidu’s counterpart, Gilgamesh—2/3 god and 1/3 human. She was the candle that illuminated his pitch black interior castle. She bathed his woundedness in tender kisses.

*        *        *

Mandy watched as a sliver of moonlight flooded into Rory’s bed chamber. Cupid had shot an arrow up into the sky. It came down upon them when they were in the throes of passion. The arrow was shot with so much force that it, not only, impaled itself in Rory’s back, it also pierced Mandy’s heart too. She wasn’t expecting to fall in love with a manly-man like Rory. As a teenager, she had been beaten black and blue by men like Rory. Burley men who rode Harley’s and swaggered like hunters after a kill had beaten her down into a Lilliputian.

Rory was an unexpected surprise. And here she was 1800 miles from her home, in a stranger’s bed, watching him smile contentedly in his sleep. Rory was a knight in Kevlor armor who parachuted into her life on a new moon. The shadow of a wild thing had been in the bed with them driving up the level of passion to an exploding volcanic lava flow. The heat of his man-hood pounding into her burned her belly. Her lower regions had never felt so full.

*        *        *

Brrrring … bbbbbrrriiiing….brinnng

       “...yes,” Mandy croaked.
       “This is Mandy.”
       “Where’s Rory?”
       “It’s 4:22 in the morning,” Mandy answered, “who’s this?”
       "It’s Kelly! I need to talk to Him. NOW!”

---William James

image seeds of the story

Saturday, April 13, 2013

NaPoWriMo #13 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 13

“You mother fucker! You fucking jigger! I should never have married an African Jew! How many women did you fuck?” echoed through the house when he was a teenager.

*        *        *

Rory’s step mother never knew the truth about his father. She never knew about the box hidden under the floor boards in the closet Rory had spent a year locked in throughout his childhood.

After the first few times, in the punishment room, Rory started stashing books in the closed and carrying a penlight. By nine Rory knew he would never be a good little boy. He knew he would be a disappointment.

---William James

Friday, April 12, 2013

Guest Author: Samuel Ortiz (Episode 3)



When they reached Washington D.C., Boss Doc said "Job number 1: Mr. Hot go hunt for some animals, we need to eat." He turned around and said, "Mr. Wheels you have to go and set the fire to cook the food." Wheels did as Doc said. While hunting he was looking and looking and finally he found a deer. He threw it into the fire and then he went and talked about stuff in their country. Doc said, "You're good at working. What was your job in port USOA?" "I'm the vice President’s wife," said Mr. Wheels "And what did you do?" asked doc, looking at Hot. "Oh me? Oh I used to go to Casa Parana sometimes. My job was begging people to go to Casa Parana." "THATS ALL THEY MADE YOU DO IN PORT USOA?!?!?!" screamed Doc "I wanted to make a job but they just don’t let me!"

---By Samuel Ortiz. Edited by Ivanna Ortiz

NaPoWriMo #12 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 12, 2013

Mandy couldn’t figure out which doll she wanted to play with. Was she a GI Joe or Raggedy Ann? Which doll better expressed her inner nature?

*        *        *

Mandy was born Andy Matthews. As a child he preferred playing house to pushing trucks in the sandbox. When he knocked on his interior door his world was upside down. He wondered around lost between pink panties and green plaid boxer shorts. It was like he had been fed a poisoned apple by a wicked witch that broke his genetic identity.

The tipping point came when Andy was teenager and had to wear tights for a part at the crossroads theater. Andy loved the feel of the material stretching over his privates. While the other boys on the cast were pumping up their masculinity, Andy secretly reveled in his found femininity.

Further confused, Andy went to a psychiatrist. Dr. Rogers left no stone unturned and tested Andy’s genetic makeup. Dr. Rogers discovered that Andy was born with the XXXY chromosomal disorder.

At last Andy know why he, or rather she, was sideways in this world.

---William James

Thursday, April 11, 2013

NaPoWriMo #11 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 11

Ricky hated Kelly. He felt under Kelly’s dress and was repulsed by what he found.

On a Tuesday afternoon, while Kelly was in the front yard sun bathing in a pink frilly Victorian era Swimsuit, Ricky was plotting. He dug a three by six by six foot deep hole in an adjacent lot with a pick ax and shovel. Kelly should have been able to hear the racket, but was wearing a special pair of noise canceling headphones Ricky had given as a gift after they had gone to Marny’s Drive In for the seventh time to see "Attack of the Venus Saucer."

Ricky’s plan to murder Kelly would have worked perfectly if Ellen’s five rambunctious children hadn’t been out in the street playing dodge ball with George’s band of six merry kids.

George was an inventor working on building an anti-gravity propulsion system he planned to install in a saucer shaped vehicle when the unthinkable occurred.

Monica, Ellen’s middle daughter, deflected a sidewinder threw by George Jr. The little red rubber ball hit the back window of the mad scientist’s workshop and shattered the bullet proof glass. The thusly startled George fell backwards. As his hands and feet flailed about, George tripped the emergency release button to the Blue Matter containment field.

Blue Matter, the renowned fringe physicist Dick Hardigan discovered, had a curious property of pulling streams of electrons out of the sky. Properly harnessed, a Blue Matter power plant provided the necessary energy to power the side-stream magnetics in the anti-gravity machine.

George was out on a limb now. Hanging precariously over the abyss, he was desperately hoping that Dick Hardigan’s theories were as pseudo as mainstream science labeled them when the first bolt of lightning struck.

Providentially, no one was injured and most of the houses in the neighborhood were spared the doom that befell Ricky’s residence. Ricky was a frugal man who purchased quaint house with a large lawn under the State of Florida’s electrical power transmission lines. In the thirty seconds it took George to reestablish power to the Blue Matter containment field, fifty bolts lanced down from the clouds. Ricky’s house and all his trees and privacy fences were shredded into confetti.

When emergency crews arrived they found a shell shocked Ricky cowering in the grave he had dug in his yard muttering something about Kelly being an alien, punishment, and the justice of the gods carried out today.

A few days later when the authorities were conducting a thorough investigation as to the cause of the mysterious electrical storm, George simply coughed and mentioned an alleged UFO sighting.

---William James

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

NaPoWriMo #10 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 10

The “We all need love,” scene from Cinderella 2000 flowed through Robert’s mind as he slipped his woman-maker into Kelly’s secret.

Kelly was euphoric. Each time Robert rammed into Kelly’s tight doughnut hole, Cinderella danced and sang Rodgers & Hammerstein's, “In My Own Little Corner.”

No longer did Kelly feel like a gruesome freak to be pointed and jeered at.

*        *        *

High school was hard on Kelly. Kelly cried each and every time a peer sneered at a body that didn’t conform to the standard. Kelly just wanted to escape into a dark hole. Kelly wanted to steal that inner black-box and bury it in a remote place. Kelly wanted to take a U-turn and be captured like a beautiful butterfly in a net to be examined by a Prince like Rory.

*        *        *

But Rory seemed to be elsewhere as far as his heart was concerned.

---William James

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

NaPoWriMo #9 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 9

The attraction was magnetic.

Mandy loved sexting. She knew that there was something prehistoric about her gender identity. It was like she cast the shadow of a coyote in the evening sun. Coyote would run to the steam to catch fish in its mouth.

Mandy knew there was no such thing as a magical pot of gold at the end of blue-green stripes in the sky.

She frowned when the apple of her eye did not return her affection in a timely manner.

The light was growing dim in the room.

The narrator of the story pulled her off the stage with a long curvy cane.

---William James

Monday, April 8, 2013

NaPoWriMo #8 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 8

Kelly fished for it.

Rory wasn’t giving up the monster that swam in his heart. He wanted to come out to Kelly and say what it was that he desired most in a lover. But he couldn’t. Not even if they had gone camping in a teepee under a thumbnail moon could he express what it was he had locked up tight in that tower that housed his emotional mind.

Kelly’s inquiry was like a tree that fell alone in the woods. No one was present to accept a collect call.

---William James

Sunday, April 7, 2013

NaPoWriMo #7 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 7

It turned out that Mandy was only a part time girl.

Whenever she got the bug to play dress up, she could fool the gods of Olympus.

Rory questioned himself after he slept with Mandy for the first time. He wasn’t a sheep like the rest of his peers were. He wore his mask like a smile on the moon.

Mandy dreamed that she was a princess locked away in a tower across a bridge to nowhere. She too wore many masks.

---William James

Saturday, April 6, 2013

NaPoWriMo #6 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 6

Rory got the bright idea to fly down to Arizona to seek out a genuinely young lady. She was 21, 5’10” with dark hair and even darker eyes. She was described as a flamboyant flamer in her craigslist personal ad.

When their eyes met for the first time, she said, “hey there ol’ pal what cha got locked behind those pants?”

Rory thought he should have brought a magnifying glass, but instead he waved his magic wand and peered at the alien behind rainbow.

She said on the plane ride home, “That’s a mighty powerful fountain pen you got there!”

---William James

Friday, April 5, 2013

NaPoWriMo #5 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 5

Kelly had an insatiable libido.

Rory pounded on Kelly’s door. He yelled and screamed, but no answer forth came.

Kelly danced inside the house in a flimsy fuchsia skirt. It fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as Kelly twirled.

Rory was at a cross roads. His gypsy sisters lamp had reached its tipping point. Was Rory going to stop, stopping by Kelly’s house whenever he felt the urge to crawl out on a spindly thin limb or was he going to cry uncle and extinguish the kindling fire in his heart?

---William James

Guest Author: Samuel Ortiz (Episode 2)



The strangers wanted two people to come and help them to make a new country so they chose Mr. Hot and Mr. 3 he was so sad because he didn’t want to go and he was yelling at everyone saying "WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT" finally came a surprise to him a volunteer came and said, "Hey I volunteer! I volunteer to go!" So Doc (one of the strangers) asked, "What is your name?" "My name is Mr. Hot and his name is Mr. Wheels." Then everyone said bye to them and then they went to Washington D.C. to make the new country.

---By Samuel Ortiz. Edited by Ivanna Ortiz

Thursday, April 4, 2013

NaPoWriMo #4 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 4

The dragon was in Rory’s heart. It drove him to chase after the end of rainbows.

He ran from state to state seeking, but only found bugs and fishes.

In the good book, a star pointed to an arrow streaking across the sky.

Rory sighed as he leaned back in rocker in a little house by the river and said, “It’s about time!”

---William James

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

NaPoWriMo #3 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 3


How did the butterfly avoid getting swooped up in the net?

Rory was on lockdown. He danced around his room to an imaginary poem.

X marks the spot. Cupid’s arrow pointed up. A space alien drew a girl in the sand. Rory coughed up a prehistoric fish. It flew out of his mouth like a bumble bee painting pollen on a field of clover. The girl looked around the corner and smiled. A Saturn V blasted down from the sky and exploded into a dramatic firestorm.

Rory examined the whole scene through a magnifying glass. It was a gift from the gods who in their sleepy dreams are black masked yellow jackets robbing seaman banks.

---William James

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

NaPoWriMo #2 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 2

Rory squinted in concentration when he aimed his third eye into tomorrow.

Kelly said it wasn’t time to make the big change.

Rory held the package that would one day encompass Kelly’s entire existence.

Aroused, Kelly shoved Rory against the wall forcing him to face the one thing that made him weep.

*        *        *

On the walk to the factory, Kelly closed off a world of shame by dancing to Madonna, “Like a Virgin.”

*        *        *

Down by the Dong River a ball bounced over an old wooden bridge. Rory was out in the garden digging a hole when the footprints of his demise strutted past.

George, the next door neighbor was a mad scientist who spotted a shooting star at noon. He told Rory that one day human injustice would outweigh love in America’s.

---William James

Monday, April 1, 2013

NaPoWriMo #1 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 1

Rory ate an apple poisoned by a dramatic buzz he heard flying out of Cindy’s telephone.

She rolled the die on a gamble of her life.

An old growth Douglas fir fell over in the yard and crushed Rory’s spirit.

There was a reason why Rory disliked women.

His step mother screamed, “you can’t do this or you can’t do that,” in relation to the things that he was passionate about.

As a consequence, in spite Cindy’s pleading Rory never bent his knee to offer her a ring.

Rory died a lonely old man.

---William James