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An electronic book is on its way.



October 31, 2013 by



Will you be my friend?

by Jeba the Hound

Cloud, and Comet, and I were

in Folly Beach Town recuperating.


We had just completed a

string of performances

with the National State Fair circuit,

and were booked for a New Year’s Eve Show.

It was time to score new scenes above the  Atlantic Ocean.

But not today!

    Halloween Day,

and children


were at  the shore early,

eager for some woooooofing howling fun.


.But it was not my wooofing

we were hearing -way too eerie.

I MAY need a friend.

Will you come along?

The signs were posted.



"Don't Miss the Show."

 In the meantime….

The Crabs were throwing their annual

All Hallow’s Eve Day Party on the shore.

The beach was humming with

 preparatory movement.

So I WILL need some friends,

if only for the party. Ha!

oh my




UFO never failed us on Halloween.

This year was no exception.

Her arrival was right on time.

But was there

Flutter in her descent?

 I ask again,

come along friends.

Darkness rose.

The children were getting cranky.

The town lit up.

Trick or treating SHOULD commence.

But we never begin

without Octopus

and Octopus

never begins


Bubba the Blowfish.

Comet sent a snare

deep into the sea

hoping to rouse Bubba .

The waves were erratic.


The children were afraid.

Back and forth.

The crabs’  taunts

were sounding  like  “HELP, ”

not “HA” .


Back and forth.

I need a friend.

A putrid purple pink was rising across the sky.


Cloud in a huge and horrific form?

Without choice,

I leapt, high into the sky

 finding myself alone

(where are my friends?)

holding a stick of some sort,

plunging it

into the ghostly form.

When I pulled the stick out,

I noticed that it was one of

the Crabs’ black stick



Cloud said,

“I’ll never make it.”

Cloud always traveled to

Denmark on Halloween Day,

where she performed in a

spectacular production of

 The Phantom of the Opera.

 What culprit  had

conspired to keep



Folly Beach Town

on Halloween?


Whoever they were,

they failed.

UFO  looked at me

lying in a mess of crabs,

and said,

 “Let’s find out.”

For the children’s sake.

I swam for North Point


and to my chagrin,

found Bubba the BlowFish

chained and

unable to commence

the show and


vileness and more

at of course

who else but


COMET said,

“Happy Halloween.

UFO arrived with a hover

and within no time

we were all back

on shore where

Bubba, always a good sport,



oh my


up from the


and treating and eating commenced .

bella makes halloween visit
We were all on the shore
with one exception.
Comet  was delayed.
He was off on a quick trip to Denmark

with a passenger resembling a cloud.

Ha ha ha and happy Halloween to all.

Love Jeba The Hound.

Notes to Will : an ongoing blog

September 30, 2013 by

Conversation from two nights ago.

how is English



really hard

what r u reading

Mumbles and Antigione


how is class

four or five  kids dominate the discussion with their deep ideas

There is no mention of boredom.

(should I edit  this interjection?)

I don’t like to think deep

they so busy thinking about deep

they can’t listen to my deep thoughts

we talk  bad food, our fall visit,

haven’t we been to Gettysburg before  guess not  mumbles



photo 38 is a portal to a scary story!

Sea of Love

February 13, 2013 by

Sea of Love

Wishing all a sweet pink day.

let winter commence

November 28, 2011 by

let winter commence


let winter commence

let winter commence

by jeba the hound

let winter commence

with fanfare for the commonality

that is all hear hear


November 12, 2011 by

by jebathehound/ jeba writes occasional posts about his friend Will’s journey through middle school

I was driving my young friend Will to school, and noticed the faintest hint of whisker between his nose and lip.  I have not written about Will  and the middle school years, as much as I thought I would.   I have scouted out other’s writings.  For Will’s Mom,  I found  a book by a high school counselor who advises her to give up being a manager in lieu of becoming the consulting mom.  Keeps abandonment at bay.


Also a few books to enlighten her way.

I have given Will books too.


John Stewart’s Earth  has been particularly well received.

One thing I see is that this is a time when these young teens can veer ahead when they find a single passion.   One of Will’s friends started banging out tunes on the piano.  Will started shooting hoops for hours.  Like the hound that I am,  I encouraged Will to join his school basketball team.  (Actually I howled at Will to join the school team.  This is Not a Consulting Stance).   Why? I had seen Will make a flip book of a stick figure making gravity defying hoops  Flipping through, I felt Will’s insides flying.   He didn’t join the team though.

He needed to find a comfort zone from which to jump.   There are cliques in these middle school years that make it for a boy to want to fall.    But once a middle schooler finds a passion, life can get great.  Will’s piano clanging friend switched to art school.  Will  started hanging with the Young Men of Color at his school;  they found color in his whiteness and Will found his basketball uber, and joinied the team.  

I did it my way.  (With us consulting.)

DAY OF THE DEAD Nov 1, 2011

November 1, 2011 by

rest with us today

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June 30, 2010 by

Strange sighting in charlotte nc.  Speculation suggests this might be the elusive rehearsal hall used by The Fleas.

THE MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS #2 speak love/feb 2010

February 14, 2010 by

so how hard for a us to speak love  love jeba  giraffe language though it is