they say no one

Quiet came at last

a calm no one wanted

field strewn with the

wreckage of this last

moment.

Why all of this

screaming came and

went no one seems to

know and no one seems

to care.

The battle cry

of artillery pounding

against the walls

babies crying seemingly

without sound.

Now They won't cry

any more, won't hug

any more won't kiss

any more.

No one wanted this

they say, no one deserved

this they say, no one

should have died they say

no one.

They say no one.

2012 is coming

As our year winds to a close we are going to see more and more of our politicians. Maybe it's time to start paying attention. The good thing about a representative democracy is that we can make sure the people who represent us really understand what we want. Lobbyist may provide the money to run campaigns but each lobbyist is only one vote in their district. We have the most power in our votes.

Jason

to the editor

November 11th, 2011

To the Editor;

My daughter attends Madison High School in Northeast Portland. She has to go to school everyday with layers on because the school has broken boilers and there is no heat in several classrooms. This has been a problem since last year. On top of this we had to request a special curriculum for our daughter because the English class is to easy and she has already read the assigned text, in last years English class. Portland closed Marshall High School, at the end of last year, and moved a little more than 700 students to Madison in order to save money. This has raised the classroom totals to as many as 30 to 40 students to one teacher in some classes. Meanwhile in Salem our elected representatives continue to talk about cutting the budget with no additional talk about raising taxes or finding new sources of revenue. sn’t it about time we begin talking about what we need to fund instead of continually talking about what we need to cut. As a society we need to meet some basic societal needs and one of those is the education of our children. It’s time we as a community step up and fund the programs that teach our youngest, take care of our oldest and weakest, and protect the rest of us. We as a community need to remember what is most important and find the will and the way to take care of these things.

Jason Murray

boxed in

an unopened box
contains the miracle
of anything
for who knows
what is really inside
until it is open

Green with desire

to hold in
your hand
the answer

to your hunger

that thing
that has been calling
to you four hours

thinking only of it

green and ugly
beautiful egg shaped
mysterious

in its being

somewhere
in between
fruit and vegetable

to slice it

in half to
remove the pit
and look at

the absence left behind

a natural bowl
perfect and round
a natural bowl

to fill with balsamic

dark and sweet
sprinkle with salt mankinds
oldest currency

then, like a lover

spooning it out
with sensual longing
dark and secret

a priest stands nearby

ready to hear
your sacred confession
"Father, forgive me...

for I have eaten."

Time for more Haiku

We recently did the Maker Faire in San Mateo. We drove down overnight and back the same way. The craziness of doing this first event of the season inspired me to scribble (figuratively) some more Haiku;


twelve hours down the road
two hours to sleep in between
rest stop so noisy

In and out burger
french fries dipped twice in fry sauce
tums, glad to see you

expensive hotel
the bed is soft, inviting
Pay for my wi-fi?!

So many steam punks
goggles on their leather hats
I don't understand

It's sunny outside
but the wind whips cold through here
tent booms like thunder

Boxes Beads and Books

As we near the day of the great departure things get more and more crazy. Two large boxes showed up on our front door. As I looked at these boxes full of gift boxes the first thing I thought of was "how the hell am I going to fit those in the car?" The second thought I had was is there an UPS store that I can ship these to in Sheboygan. The thought of packing my car makes me think immediately of how nice a beer would taste, or how fun it would be to watch an episode of Dr. Who. Escapism aside I am looking forward to the parts of my summer that don't involve driving across Nebraska or driving late into the night. I look forward to the food, the people, the different places. Jack wants to see the Lincoln Memorial as he regards Lincoln as his hero.
I am preparing for finals, and final papers while ordering and receiving small boxes of beads (it's amazing how small a 150 dollar box of beads or parts is.) It's always funny when we unload the car and look at the huge pile on the ground and then take out the small box full of Lisa's jewelry. Several hundred pounds of tents, tables, gift boxes, tools, bank card machines, drapes, posters, etc all for one about five pound soft sided container of Lisa's hard work.
Watch for us this summer as we turn into gypsies and travel all the way from one coast to another and back! I will blog from the road. Some may show how tired I am. Some may be quite good. We'll see.
Peace, Jason