Shameless

Nothing matters

Rain like words

Drip drop…pitter patter…plunk

Everything’s fine, and Nothing matters

Shit

Nothing is not fine

She met Everything, and

Everything matters to Nothing…

Shit

What a convoluted mess

Chris McQueeney    1/17/13    12:23 P.M.

I watched the entire season 2 of the Showtime cable series Shameless yesterday. What a fucking brilliant show! I am not going to go into detail about the show except for a bit from episode 10. Thanksgiving has come to the Gallagher household, and the entire family (minus the character Lip) is sitting around the table. Shortly after dinner is served Monica  the absentee mother that has showed back up, leaves the table and proceeds to slit her wrists in the kitchen…everyone sees, even the young children.

Flash through all that ensues to the end of that episode. The oldest daughter is going to bed, and the youngest daughter goes to her room to seek comfort. The young girl breaks down and starts bawling. I can’t say that I have ever seen an actor portray the level of despair that I saw from that young girl. Just thinking about it is enough to draw tears.

At times watching Shameless I see some serious parallels to my life. That is what hits the hardest about the show, if you have never lived the type of life that they portray you would think it was just not possible, when those parts that I have personally lived hit it’s kinda like a sledgehammer to the gut.

Just a Tuesday

Have I

Oh what a poor

And shallow

Soul

Would I have

If

For an instant

The tiniest of moments

Were I to forget

How awfully lovely

The smiles only

My Children

Can make

Oh what a poor

And shallow

Soul

Have I

Have I

Chris McQueeney    1/15/13    1:35 P.M.

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Arms open, chin up, smiles for the new year ahead :-)

Wounded Soldier

A soldier

Wounded in a war

No one else can see

Coming to in a phone booth

“Please help me”

“Love you son

But you can’t stay”

“You don’t understand

Never again

I’m done today”

“I love you son,”

Tears rolled down his face

“But you just can’t stay”

A soldier

Wounded in a war

No one else believed to be

“Why did you do that”

Screamed at from above

“Don’t know”

Was all I could say

“That’s not good enough

Fucking baby

You make me sick

Answer me!”

Children

In lives too big

Wounded in Wars

Of fear and misery

So many lives held ungentle

Wounded little soldiers

Living on battlefields

Many choose to not see

Was a soldier

Wounded

In a war

How could it not affect me

Chris McQueeney    1/2/13    1:30 A.M.

Welcome to twenty thirteen! A new year has arrived, and I welcome it with open arms and some hope that life will be a tad bit gentler to me. 2012 brought the loss of some good friends, and a family member. I almost died from a work related injury, got to get well acquainted with the ER Dr's at the local hospital, and got one fun filled ambulance ride. But most of all it brought me some very special gifts. I got the opportunity to build some friendships with people in the writing world, some casual, and some very close. 

I would like to say a very big ThankYou to some of those that helped me through a very rough year.

My family...

Grandma Marie and Red, Jenny and Jason, Vivian and Ben, Aunt Nancy and Allan, Shannon...I love you guys and am Blessed to have you in my life. 

Shiloh, my best friend, I love you man. Thank you for saving my ass, and for being a good man.

Christopher, my closest and most trusted friend and mentor.

My friends from the blog world...each one of you has a special place in my heart...Ben Ditty from Old Spice Is Nice. Annie from Quiet Commotion, Amy from She writes, Brian from WeighstationOne, Kj from Options For a better life, Lisa from girljustami, Shannon from Green Monkey Tales, Heather from Ink Runs From The Corners of My Mouth, Nadja from NADJA NOTARINI: an author's adventures, and Mary from Writing in the Bachs.

And My writing Friends that are on facebook...Amber Norrgard, Charity Parkerson, Dionne Lister, Melissa Craig, Justin Bogdanovitch, Cinta Garcia, Grace BecomesBeauty, Maggy May, Sage Ravenwood, Solange Nicole, Susie Clevenger.

And to My Brother Wally Sanchez and his family...miss you man!

Greatest of all, my children: Chase, my Sun (Gipper), and Karley, my moon(Kar-Kar).

With gifts like those I am blessed.

This is being linked up to dVerse Poetry Pub's Open Link Night. I thoroughly enjoy participating with dVerse...the talent and open armed approach they take on feels like a missing piece of life...check them out.

A Christmas flight

“Damn!!” Alphonse swore under his breath.

One hundred meters ahead the Gnomes crested the rise Alphie was scouting. Alphonse “Alphie” Acornshield quickly scrambled to his waiting fox. Alphie had the dubious luxury of being a scout in the specialist core assigned to the third battalion, seventh division, of His Most Illustrious Elfin Army. Normally that luxury was far from dubious…Being a “specialist,” as they liked to call themselves meant good food, fine drink, and feems, the finest feems in all of farie.

As his fox sped through the dense foliage Alphie thought back to the previous evening’s staff meeting….

Laughter rang throughout the tent as Alphie entered.

“Those pitiful gnomes will never learn will they?” Shouted a drunken red faced elf…his pointed ears even redder then his face, and the buttons of his uniform straining against his prodigious girth…”We will trounce them handily!” The ultimate commander of the Unified Elfin Army’s deep and commanding voice was at odds with his comic appearance.

“At most they will send a few battalions of those summer scum from the west! Every year it is the same thing on the front…we form up the day before Christmas, they throw a few thousand Scummer gnomes at us, we stomp a muddhole in um, and then we party Christmas day…this year will be no different!” the officer in charge of the specialists stated scornfully. His appearance couldn’t have been more at odds with the Ultimate Commander’s if they had tried. Tall and trim he cut a fine image for a young officer. His pristine uniform well fitted and crisp, all his medals lined up smartly. Where the Ultimate commander’s face was bright red and bulbous the Specialist officer’s was angular and tan. Colonel Oakenbrand was a fine officer.

“Scout Acornshield, come here lad,” colonel Oakenbrand snapped sharply, “go to the northwest end of the front and sit for the day; you have earned a rest…don’t want to let the feems down tomorrow…and we can say we covered all our bases”

Those words echoed in his memory as the sound from the present shook him to his bones.

“Thrum, Thrum,Thrum

We march to the beat

Of our drums

We’ll take their meat

And then we’ll eat

From their

Kidneys and livers

And Lungs…”

The chant thundered across the valley as tens of thousands of Winter Gnomes crested the northern rise, effectively flanking the elfish Army. Alphie flailed his fox for more speed, with very little hope of being able to prevent the massacre about to be visited upon his fellows.

“And their kidneys

And livers

And lungs!”

Merry Christmas friends and family! This Short fiction piece was written in response to a prompt By Ben Ditty over at Nice Old Spice  , although Ben was nicer to his characters then I :-)

Chris McQueeney    12/24/12    2:22 P.M.

the walk

commencing this
Journey? path walk, destination
in a place that will be the same
place I and Mine
End

Where you and yours may
to some day get
the solute
bang bang
bag pipes and trumpets
a flag just so

The grass green
lt
sights laid out just
so so so
morbidly preening
that spot is a better
place to sit for a long, long

sleep aludes me
so I trod the well worn paths
where my children play
jumping from stone
to stone...writing all over the place
brings lives pinpoints times
magnifies how csprecious
fickley fate can be

Chris, McQueeney



Brian has asked us  to take a walk, for dVerse poets pub. Aross from my house is a cemetary...the kids love it, and a small scar forms as I read the children's stones. I actually want a traditional Indian above groud  buirial, or a ground level rock carn..leave my  my remans to feed the animals...they fed me long enough