Skip to main content

ICEMAN COMETH TO NORTHWEST ARKANSAS


The Iceman has obviously come to Northwest Arkansas.

Oh! Is it playing at The Walton Art's Center, the ACO, Rogers Little Theatre, or Ft. Smith?

All of them.

The show must go on, as they say, Mr. Scribe.

I suppose... Got stuck on tiger boulevard tonight in Bentonville, heading over to see Amelia and Teresa and then to drive Jason to Centerton to finish packing up for the trip tomorrow at noon on his flight (1st leg of a 4 leg flight) to Hawaii. We finally steered the car backwards after an hour or so and me directing traffic (like a madman) cars coming west down the hill to those going east up the hill on the other side of the valley. The valley was where we were forced to traverse, lucky us it was easier than going up either side of Tiger Blvd.

Jason, Hawaii is your cup of tea! Paradise, brother! Michelle and I love you, my good man. Thank you for everything you did and can't wait to hear the stories from the isle. Peace and Love

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........                  •HEAD-LINES•                           •RIP•     ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)---    There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God…    ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)---    Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God…    ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)---    I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...
Post a Comment
read the poem

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
32 comments
read the poem

Per Plex Ed

            PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should.      (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?)    Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it.     [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem