Why I Learned To Swim at 13

Tiny pigtails slipped quietly
Out of sight, keenly overlooked
Amongst clinks, drinks, poolside cocktails.
Late afternoon piercing the chlorinated cover
She drifted along its silver shaft
Unafraid of the bubbles, wondrous bubbles,
Baby bubbles, eyes wide, still and blue
Faint laughter poking through
Beyond the bubbles, nose bubbles, mouth bubbles
Until a boy’s appearance roiled the stillness
His arms freckled, familiar, brotherly
And she, unknowingly breathless, plucked to safety.
As they shattered the surface in sibling embrace
She cried for her mother.

Illustration is David Hockney's. He's really great!
Check out his web site here

GOOGLE SANTORUM

Aching penises

Look to the lord for relief

While scapegoating Eve.

Jacked up on self-loathing and enraptured by

religious adventurism, Rick Santorum and his

ilk i.e. Michelle Bachman, Rick Perry, Newt Gingrich,

Ron Paul, a virtual Madame Tussaut's cast of waxy,

empty-headed loons, are a shameful reminder

that our country has not only stumbled but is

grotesquely out of joint. I wrote this haiku the

last time Santorum rode his wave of bible-thumping

intolerance back in 2006 when he attempted to

hang on to his senate seat in Pennsylvania while

caught in a vortex of controversy including his

place of residence, Virginia, and the billing of

Pennsylvania for his children's online schooling,

to name just a couple. Hmmm, the lord wasn't able

to shield him from his own righteous corruption.

Gladly, he lost. However, our collective memory

seems to last a nano-second and Rick is back making

a run for the Republican nomination for President.

If I were a religious type of the christian flavor this

might be one of those, "Father, forgive them for they

know not what they do," sort of moments. However,

thankfully I'm not. There is no excuse for such patent

stupidity on the part of a large segment of blind

believers and a knuckle-head like Rick Santorum.

Oh, by the way, google the word, Santorum, for a

good laugh.