Two thousand thirteen
Passed like a fever dream
This year containing
Love loss joy and rage
View time as a guideline
Not a cage
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2013
Two thousand thirteen
Passed like a fever dream
This year containing
Love loss joy and rage
View time as a guideline
Not a cage
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2013
One Christmas I tried to teach my grandfather Dungeons and Dragons, I think I was probably 11.
‘What type of deck you use for it?’ he asked.
‘Deck?
‘Like 52 or 48 cards?’ he said.
‘Oh there are no cards,’ I said. ‘Just dice.’
‘Wowser, I like dice,’ he said. ‘I have had some great runs at craps over the years. Show me how to play.’
I got out my manual and showed him the dice.
‘What kind of dice are those,’ he said.
‘They have 20 sides,’ I replied.
He laughed heartily. ‘I never heard of such a thing as that!’
‘We have to buy supplies before we play the game and go on the adventure,’ I said.
‘Ohh what kind of supplies?’ he asked.
I listed some of the things from the manual that adventures could buy to supply themselves with like swords and shields and jerky.
‘Oh I don’t need most of that stuff and jerky, well I don’t have teeth so I can’t have that,’ he said.
‘There are more options,’ I replied and gave him more options. ‘You gotta pick something to bring with you on the adventure.’ I got to rice pudding.
‘Rice pudding!’ he said. ‘That is a great idea!’
‘Mary Lou,’ he yelled at my mother. ‘Gene says to bring out the rice pudding for the adventure.’
‘I don’t have any rice pudding,’ she said.
‘Gene says there is rice pudding,’ he said.
‘It is 1 gold to buy the rice pudding,’ I said. ‘It is imaginary rice pudding.’
‘This is a terrible game. Why tell a man there is rice pudding when there is no rice pudding. That is just cruel. Is this the type of cruel games that people play now a days? I don’t want to play this game at all.’
‘Why don’t you show him how to play poker dad,’ my mother said.
‘I don’t know about this rice pudding situation. Are you sure there is not rice pudding?’ he said.
‘Sorry dad, there is none,’ she replied.
‘I am sorry grandpa. I thought you knew it was imaginary.’
‘Well don’t do cruel things like that anymore Gene. Telling a man there is rice pudding when there is none is awful.
‘Show him poker dad, take your mind off rice pudding,’ my mother said.
‘Well ok I guess,’ he replied.
He got out his cards and showed me the rules of poker. We played a couple hands and at one point I peaked at his cards.
‘If there were a real game, you would get shot in the face, you don’t cheat at poker,’ he said.
‘I am sorry Grandpa,’ I said.
‘Oh dear dad,’ my mother said.
‘If you cheat at poker there is a good chance that you will get shot in the face, that is not imaginary like rice pudding,’ he said.
‘In truth he is right Gene, when cheating at poker there is a good chance you might get shot in the face,’ my mother said seriously.
‘I am done with games today,’ my grandfather said. ‘Mary Lou can you take me downtown so I can play my numbers.’
‘Ok,’ my mother replied. ‘Give me a minute.’
‘Maybe find some rice pudding too.’
My mother sighed.
I don’t know if Grandpa ever found that rice pudding, but I have never cheated at poker.
Once there was a dark blue sky
That a fire burned beneath
The flames were born of
Magma bubbling underneath
The crust and stone of the rock
The cosmos did bequeath
The forming was slow and steady
Selections were rapidly made
Until once a man and woman
Sat one day alone in a glade
They made the choice to name themselves
To call their chosen pairing love
Upon a tree near to them
Perched a pure white dove
They called the dove a thing of peace
Then decorated the tree
With things strewn throughout the glade
As clouds approached from the sea
The cloud became snow in the sky
The tree covered in the coldest white
They light fires to warm them from the cold
Sitting up through the night
They were joined by others soon
To sit before the tree and flames
Soon the others before the fire
Choose to also take names
Still in the winter we sit before the fire
With our decorated tree
We ask for help to make it through the dark
As the flames dance proud and free
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Sometimes I hope for validation
A small token to keep me afloat
Sometimes validation doesn’t come
It then matters less than it did a moment before
Because it has to
There is an urgency to life
So little time in all
There are always the inspirational videos
That tell me to live fully all time
That fill me with guilt
For not being a star in the sky
Shining brightly
I’ll be grateful for the moments
I have strength to live life fully
Avoiding people and things
That tell me that the quiet slow moments
Have no worth
I need no one on a wall poster or internet video
To tell me life is short
I am cognizant and know this fact already
In kindergarten
They do not teach you
How to live in quiet desperate moments
That are plentiful
Where you are alone
Dealing with yourself
Your failures and inactions
You learn how to negotiate
All of it for a while
When you are not distracted
The reality of it all sinks in
Some good and bad
In one package
The fact that we are resilient
Is not clear to us
Until we are
So much of life is waiting rooms
Sitting in the car alone on the highway
The glare of cubicle lights for eight hours
Folding laundry and ironing
Filling the dishwasher
Raking leaves
That is alright
I give you my token of appreciation
For the mundane things
Validation
For the things they don’t make internet videos about
The quiet filler
Of which your life is built
Where you can find truth, balance, and health
As easy as anywhere else
I absolve you of the guilt
That your existence is not elevated all the time
By the spectacular
Carry on
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Your prosperity
Should not come
At all other’s expense
If confronted with inequity
Find empathy
Before taking immediate offense
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013