Here is one of my weekly columns at the Baltimore Post-Examiner. It helps parents deal with kids and positive sex education.
Can sex be an addiction? Can a hog be sexy, And if a hog is so, Can anything go? A curve, A bump, A handle, A cherry Muffler Popping Just before dawn? Can sex be an addiction, Then why do we punish it so? Why is one dousing climaxing Pleasure with pain a sicko? I […]
What if there was a billionaire Indian? Nah, not India, an American Indian? Would we have white-boy mascots Surrounded by white-cracker artifact? Would white dudes be encased With their gun racks and pickup trucks In National Museums In honor of their or is it our traditions? Would pizza, beer and wings replace Frybread, beer, and […]
Oh, yes, we need equality Where everyone starts at the same Place. It’s doesn’t matter That I have food to eat but no loving parents, But you have no food to eat but loving parents; That your dad is a lion at home and you the fawn, Or that my dad is simply not home. […]
It occurred to me in my mid-forties that I would soon have to make that fateful decision. Who would I allow to give me a prostate examination? For a dude, it’s kind of like a pap smear in reverse. I thought I would ask my friend for help with this dilemma. “Joe,” I said, “I […]
“Was that chicken aspiring to be a nugget?” I said to myself, While driving to a prison in Delaware; “Or was Purdue not good enough?” There it lay on its side, On the side of the divide Just from the Blue Mountain highway. “Did it commit suicide? And jump from that chicken-ridden semi?” “Can a […]
i an bck at schol to gat mi edukaton aftor vakation written by Earl Yarington @2019 all rights reserved. The picture art is the creation of one of my very witty neighborhood kids.
I had a dream, in my twenties, that I was in a white room, a very bright one, and it felt okay, even curious. Then suddenly, a shadow began to slowly envelop the room. As the darkness increased, I became more and more terrified. The darkness, almost at its very darkest, gave me more terror […]
I cannot even find my picture of you, sitting in your favorite chair, the place you would go to eat your peanut butter sandwich after your walk. Damn you for getting old, for stinking, for dying, you old mop, slopped about the house, black and white, tail curled, licking peanut butter off the roof of […]
Clickity, click, click On the simple myth Click bait, click bait Why wait? It’s a click or no? A yes or a know? Is that so? What’s the difference really? Spell check, spell check Tell me that. What to Clickity, click, click? We don’t want density But simplicity. I can click a life. I just […]