Historical

My Report on the 60's

MY REPORT ON THE SIXTIES          by Ronnie D              Room 25

In the 1960's cute blonde girls wore bodypaint and danced the frug to jazzy go-go music played by  studio hamfats. Everyone lived behind big panels painted with all flowers and wavy lines, opening trapdoors to say funny things like "Sock it to me." Nazi war criminals hid in the bushes. When you liked a girl you said "Wanna bite my Walnetto?" and then she hit you with her purse. There was a war or something, and some riots, and some people got shot, but everybody liked it when the fat man in the raincoat rode his tricycle and fell over.

My Worst Fears

Note: This is from my life its non-fictional auto biography, Since my real Diary from the time are actually long gone I had to piece together my memories of the events for those 2 days.

Eskimo Blue Day ~ Part 4

who drove Roger rabid? / jail is jail is jail / one round with a judge / homeless for real like / rainy nights in the visitor's dugout / the grilled cheese gambit / Billy+Blair face an insane accusation / dem bones / Ike's search for Shangri La / and I enter the very blurry phase of my life...

 
ESKIMO BLUE DAY
 
by Roger Di Prima
 
PART 4: MOTHER KALI IN COMBAT BOOTS
 
"How do you like it now, Gentlemen?"
-Ernest Hemingway to unseen persons,
May, June & July 1961
 
 

Eskimo Blue Day ~ Part 2.5

Our Jungle House Shapes Up / Blair's Bun in the Oven / My Vampire Artist Friends / A Dog Named Meat Hook / Arguing With Blair / A Plague of Flies / A Plague of Rats / My War With Blair / Big Dick Billy / Stopping Diablo Canyon / A Cake Named Frac-nis / More Warring With Blair / A Mishap With Fireworks / The Last Battle (with Blair) / The Louisville Slugger Reality Test / Sad Conclusion...

 
ESKIMO BLUE DAY
 
by Roger Di Prima
 
 
PART 2: BONFIRE OF THE BANANA TREES (continued...)
 
 
 
 

Eskimo Blue Day ~ Part 3

My year in the Bamboos continues. Things are going well in our little jungle village when the criminals move in. Ike is lured to the Dark Side. There goes the neighborhood...

 
ESKIMO BLUE DAY
 
by  Roger Di Prima
  
PART THREE: EVIL DOGS US 
  
 
 
"Hey hey Boo Boo! Let us get us a pick-a-nick basket!"
-Paramahansa Yogananda, Autobiography of a Yogi
 

Quarry

Quarry
 
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

 

She brushed a matted hank of wet hair away from her eyes, wishing she would have had the presence of mind to braid it back before the Hunt. Even through the rain, the trail was clear, as though the animal knew he was more than a match for her. She swung her right leg along as she pushed through the mud, the wooden guides the armorer had sewn into the protective leather over her leg were doing exactly what they were meant to do and prevented her poorly healed injury from keeping her from her duty to family and Duke Ashley. She let her mind wander a bit, as she moved between the trees and brush through the ever more soggy mud.

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