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February 22, 2016FROM JEBA WITH FRIGHT
October 31, 2013
Or
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.
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.
OCTOPUS SCARES
AND FRIGHTS!
"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!
.
UFO ARRIVES.
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
without
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
canapes.
CLOUD?
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
Cloud
in
Folly Beach Town
on Halloween?
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ?
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
spewing
vileness and more
at of course
who else but
Comet.
UFO arrived with a hover
and within no time
we were all back
on shore where
Bubba, always a good sport,
signaled
bubububbbaboom.
OCTOPUS rose
up from the
sea
and treating and eating commenced .
Correction.
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, 2013Conversation from two nights ago.
how is English
hard
how
really hard
what r u reading
Mumbles and Antigione
hm
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
Wishing all a sweet pink day.
let winter commence
November 28, 2011
THE MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS November 11, 2011
November 12, 2011by 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
rest with us today
not forgetting the bella of the past
July 5, 2010strange sighting in charlotte nc
June 30, 2010
- 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, 2010so how hard for a us to speak love love jeba giraffe language though it is
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