Archives for June 2016

I have no control over what it makes me do..

I have no control over what it makes me do..

I no longer choose musical blues. What am I to do
when I can no longer be true to music that liberates my soul?
Have I lost control when I hear men crying about how their women
treat them mean and sleep with another man.

I know it’s all true, but it makes me blue to hear how
mean women can be, when I know there’s so many
beautiful qualities they hold and men like me can
never be caring, compassionate, or loving as they.

It’s not that we don’t care, or want to be like them,
it’s the fact that we possess a Y that they don’t have,
and can never be as dangerous, aggressive or violent as we.
But since the old days, they have their ways to hurt a man,

because they possess two X’s,and think differently than
those of us who only have one X and a Y.
Mother Nature gives women soft beautiful features that often
lead to deceit and they don’t treat us so sweet.
Our twisted DNA compels us to be the way we are.

So when I listen to the blues, I think of the 23 pairs of
Chromosomes floating around inside that make me a man.
I ask the powers above to send me a woman so unique that
I’ll sing the blues because she’ll have three X’s instead of two.

That’ll make her unlike all of those who came before and
she’ll know what to do when she hears me singing the blues
because she has been untrue but she’ll show me her extra X
and say, I have no control over what it makes me do.

Beautiful Words

Beautiful Words

The poem I’m creating is no friend of mine. It
tastes like ink and has way too many words that don’t
rhyme or cooperate in any way unless I say it’s okay.

This little verse is jealous of all the poetry tucked away until today,
and feels the words I use in it aren’t pretty and don’t matter to me.
If it only knew of all the words under the sun I’m not the one to choose.

My fingers dance to ideas flowing through my veins and into my brain.
that keeps the beat and makes my fingers tap computer keys
to type the words my brain commands me to make.

I’ll never run out of words, so even if this little poetic piece hates me for what I write
I must validate it’s a verse and not just a bunch of words, I have no choice
but to do what I’m told by that unseen creator who uses me to make his designs.

I have feelings I never extricate, and hold in words that will never see daylight.
I must validate it’s a verse and not just a bunch of words, I have no choice
but to do what I’m told.

I have feelings I never know, and hold in words that will never see daylight.
If only I could write words that I know, my poems would shine like yesterday’s sun and bring tears to eyes that see the striking words I’d use in tomorrow’s poem to prove to this

little verse that it matters to me, and I love it as much as any other
I’ve written over the years, and I can say I’m happy to be the writer,
not one of those out there who must listen to what I say.

A poem about my book, “The Mountain Will Cover You.”


African preaches and rebels commit distasteful deeds that are common there.
Without despair even though it’s against the law, they falsely accuse and often kill,
massacre, kidnap, and torture kids without reprise, and every day in a whisper
they say children are practicing witchcraft and those who don’t know better,
throw the kids out of their homes to live on the street or in a camp where witches
are driven by superstitious fools.

When penises get stolen, riots erupt and men committing crimes turn into goats,
Hard to believe, but when Zelda came to me in a dream, I sent her there to fix it all.
She found Christianity mixed with magic, voodoo, and had gone astray.
Every man she met was corrupt enough to condone preachers earning money
by chasing evil spirits from those they accused of not having faith and the ministers
made some fast cash, unless the family couldn’t pay.

Without money to buy back their souls, kids are beaten black and blue,
cut with machetes buried alive, put in a sack and drowned by parents
or villagers who believe what they’re told and are afraid the little witch
would come in the night to eat their flesh,

but not one of those boys or girls ever flew on a broom, or made a deal with the Devil,
or howled at the moon, but that didn’t count, because the preachers those distasteful creatures had to pay for their Mercedes and fine clothes.

Zelda arrived and found all the above and more to be true, she prayed to her God for help
and he sent Zouvians from another world to make the preacher’s threats of eating their
flesh come true and the aliens ate every preacher who lied to buy a car or a house.

The Harry Potter series

It was on this day in 1997 that the first book in the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, was published in Britain. Joanne Rowling (books by this author) was an unemployed, single mother waiting for a delayed train, when an idea suddenly came to her. “I did not have a functioning pen with me,” she said. “I simply sat and thought for four hours, while all the details bubbled up in my brain, and this scrawny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who didn’t know he was a wizard became more and more real to me … I began to write that very evening.” The seven Harry Potter books have sold 450 million copies worldwide and spawned a successful movie franchise. The character of Harry Potter earns J.K. Rowling, as she is now known, an estimated $10,000 every hour.

re-posted from the Writer’s Almanac.

Local Authors Joe DiBuduo, Arlene Eisenbise & Sam Barone

Local Authors Joe DiBuduo, Arlene Eisenbise & Sam Barone | Reading, Q&A, Booksigning
2 pm | SATURDAY, JULY 30

Joe DiBuduo is the author of two volumes of his signature “flash-fiction poetry,” as well as several collections of short stories. Cryonic Man a paranormal romance novel was published in 2015. Crime A Day, DiBuduo’s memoir, was published November 2015, and Story Time @ The Chicagoua Cafe was published June 2016. His short fiction and poetry also appear in anthologies, online journals, and recently, in Weekend Reads, a collection appropriately subtitled Twisted Stories, Twisted Mind! He also has a collaborative collection of connected fantasy stories with author Kate Robinson. He’s putting the finishing touches on The Mountain Will Cover You, a novel about aliens, witches, and gods. He is also the author of a nonfiction book, A Penis Manologue: One Man’s Response to the Vagina Monologues. Read more about Joe DiBuduo and his interests at his website »

Good and Evil

Good and Evil

I try to compose the way I think, but get stuck on words and
hardly know how to make them flow or which to put first or last.

When I don’t think what readers want and just unconsciously write
with delight, the words flow together like melted butter on toast.

I try to tap into that part of me I cannot see, where those words
and memories are, so I can write poetic prose.

My subconscious mind knows so much more that has happened before and
without giving me a choice, tells me who to love and who to hate.

Certain colors please my eyes and my mind is so far behind what I already know.
I want to see beauty, but buried deep are disagreeable thoughts that travel through me.

They take away my choice to love or hate and won’t allow me to decide.
Thoughts that bubble to the surface articulate what they want me to do.

Is my mind invaded by an outsider who plays with me and makes choices I despise?
Is it instinct when anger or jealousy takes control? I wonder who’s the governor of my soul?

Are thoughts planted in my head before I think of them? Is my soul
under a mechanism put there by a mysterious evil force?

Is it God or the Devil who tells me what to do, or do they battle over what I think?
I can be saintly or evil; depending on thoughts I’m allowed.

When I get drunk, evil seems to take over and I say and do things
I wouldn’t if my mind had the ability to switch away from beliefs I don’t want.

Artistic thoughts at times fill my mind and I believe they’re sent from a benevolent God
and when horrible thoughts bounce around in my brain, I pray.

Please put a governor on those thoughts before I’m compelled to pursue and
do what they want me too.

George Orwell’s birthday!

Today is the birthday of English novelist, essayist, and critic George Orwell (books by this author), born Eric Arthur Blair in 1903 in Motihari, British India. In childhood, Orwell was an avid reader, but a neglectful student: his parents decided he would be better off testing for a position on the Indian Imperial Police force. He chose a posting in Burma, where he was responsible for the security of more than 200,000 people and where he first started to see the consequences of poverty and oppression. It was in Burma that he began a physical, as well as political, metamorphosis: he grew a mustache and had a small blue circle tattooed on each knuckle, something the Burmese natives did to protect against bullets and snake bites. He contracted dengue fever and returned to England to recuperate in 1927, deciding to resign his post and become a writer. He used his experiences in Burma for his first novel, Burmese Days (1934). Resolving to write about poverty in England and the “down and outers who inhabit it,” he began dressing as a tramp and living among the lower classes and the destitute, penning strident essays under the pen name P.S. Burton. He ended 1931 by getting drunk and trying to get himself jailed so he could write about it, but his state of drunkenness was deemed “insufficient” and he was sent home. The essays formed the basis of the book Down and Out in Paris and London(1933).

For a few years, he continued to write essays, while working as teacher and at the Booklovers’ Corner, a second-hand bookshop. He joined the Spanish Civil War and got shot in the throat by a sniper. In his essay “Why I Write,” he said: “Every line of serious work that I have written since 1936 has been written, directly or indirectly, against totalitarianism and for democratic socialism, as I understand it. It seems to me nonsense, in a period like our own, to think one can avoid writing of such subjects. Everyone writes of them in one guise or another. It is simply a question of which side one takes and what approach one follows. What I have most wanted to do throughout the past ten years is to make political writing into an art.”

In the early 1940s, Orwell began work on a novel about a group of farm animals who decide to stage an uprising against their tyrannical farmer called Animal Farm (1945). It was published near the end of the war, and became an international sensation. Then came the novel Nineteen Eighty-Four, published in 1949, about a man losing his identity while living under a repressive regime.

Taken from Writer’s Almanac.

A Beautiful World

A Beautiful World
June 24. 272 words

Without any books, pictures, or art of any kind when as a running wild child,
I wasn’t aware that beauty was all over the place.

Upon awakening I had nothing to eat, so during the dawns early light,

I foraged for food and occasionally I’d find hot bread on a bakery’s shelf
waiting for me. A treasure, put there as a gift from the one above.

Not knowing how to create allowed life to pass me by without listening
to my muse who whined for me to create.

Years went by and when I retired my muse told me I had nothing to lose.
I could no longer live without art and like a man; I began to sculpt, but that
wasn’t enough after being repressed for so long.

My creativity flowed and my muse made up for all those lost years by sublimely
planting ideas in my head when I was awake or asleep.
I wasn’t allowed to tell how she helped and that she lived in the sky where she’s
invisible to mere mortals like us.

Her secret’s out now that I’ve told she exists and not only in my mind.
She left me for a while because of my loose lips. I prayed every night for her
to return to me.

She came back and I promised to never dispute my muse no matter what she encouraged me to do. Without her guiding me through life, I only perceive a
dark, dreary, and evil world.

Her motivating me to create art in every way shows me a beautiful world.

LOVE – today’s poem

June 23, 2016
At times we had fun and you were the only one.
Being in each other’s arms was wonderful.
Other times heaven turned to hell and I saw all the angels die.

You eyeing others enraged me, so I listened to the Devil.
He kicked in my jealous gene.
“Kill, kill, protect what’s yours,” the Devil said.

“No, No, my guiding angel argued,” but Satan rules and he compelled me to action.
I went with others, but the Devil put pictures of you in my mind to inflame that
inherited gene that wants you to be only mine.

Everything I did, every place I went, he put you on my mind so I’d wish
you were there with me and a vision of you with another would always come.
Experience has taught me the kind of love I want, isn’t easy to find,

and that fiend told me, I’d never find the special one who would return my love.
Those distasteful words pounded in my head, when in bed you said, “This has to end.”
Hurt and confused the Devil came back again and said, “It’s time you realized,

I won’t allow anyone to love you like you need, because you belong to me.
I prayed to God and he guided me to a place where I found Molly who fills my loving needs. Lying in bed I gaze into her soft brown eyes and reflected there is her love for me.

I thank God every night that I no longer sleep alone and remember that wonderful day
when Molly saw me walk through the door and jumped up to let me know she was the one for me. I had to pay for her. I would have drained my bank account to make her mine,
but the dog pound only charged a small fee.

How Space Technology Will Produce the Best Weed Ever

How Space Technology Will Produce the Best Weed Ever

Written by
Brian Owens
Mike Dixon wants to send plants to Mars. Growing crops in space is the best way to provide proper nutrition to the crew on a long-duration mission, this University of Guelph researcher believes—but because there’s no manned mission to Mars scheduled at the moment, it’s hard to get funding for this type of research.

In the meantime, he and a growing number of other botanists are studying a plant where there’s plenty of funding right now, in Canada anyway: cannabis.

“We’re going to have to take plants [to space],” said Dixon, director of Guelph’s Controlled Environment Systems Research Facility, a low-slung, bunker-like building focused on developing plant-based life support systems for space travel. (He was talking about food crops, like lettuce and tomatoes.) “We don’t have the mass and energy budget to carry enough food to keep a crew going indefinitely. You have to have some bioregenerative food production system. So we’re not leaving the planet without them.”

The problem is, designing, building and perfecting those systems is expensive. So Dixon also works with Earth-based horticultural industries, focused mostly on food crops and ornamental plants, that are interested in solutions to some of the same problems that long-haul astronauts will face: how to indefinitely recycle water and nutrients, for example, or how to avoid using toxic chemicals as disinfectants.

“We’ll develop the technologies needed for space and spin them off into terrestrial industries,” he said. That includes the burgeoning cannabis industry, which is looking for ways to produce consistent products and gain acceptance from the medical community.

Producers of Canada’s newest cash crop are keen to support much-needed research into cannabis and what it can do—and to find ways of making it better. These producers bring with them huge amounts of funding. “No technology is too expensive to grow cannabis,” said Dixon, who was standing beside a gleaming row of hyperbaric chambers, the glow of multicoloured LED lights leaking through their viewing ports.

The biggest issue for the medicinal marijuana industry is getting its plants to consistently produce the right amounts of medically active chemicals. Dixon said that the technology exists now, just down the hall from his office. In a variety of sealed chambers, ranging from a trashcan-sized stainless steel cylinder to a white box the size of a restaurant’s walk-in freezer, Dixon can manipulate the six major environmental factors that influence plant growth—light, water, carbon dioxide, temperature, humidity and nutrients—to control a plant’s growth and chemical make-up, creating what he calls “environmentally modified organisms.”

By adopting Dixon’s space tech, medical cannabis companies would be able to ensure their plants always produce whatever exact amounts of THC, CBD and other cannabinoids they want, in the same way that astronauts will dial up the precise environmental parameters to reliably produce delicious and nutritious tomatoes.

“Standardizing the product will help it achieve the status of a conventional pharmaceutical commodity that a doctor can rely on and prescribe,” said Dixon.

That’s what Dixon’s collaborators at ABcann, a medical cannabis producer in Napanee, Ontario, are aiming to do, he said—to standardize the product and engage with the medical community to “raise the status of cannabis to its rightful place in medical science.”

The relationship between botanists and cannabis growers can be fraught, as the majority of growers have little experience with the stringent standards of academic research. “Before now, cannabis has necessarily been in the back room,” said Dixon. “It’s never been subjected to controlled scientific experiments,” particularly horticultural ones.

As a result, it can be hard for some growers to let go of their own anecdotal experiences and embrace the scientific method. But a generation of young botanists is eager to explore this new frontier and is bring scientific rigour to the field. “I always knew I wanted to do research with plants,” said Katya Boudko, a botanist who is now head of research and development at Tweed, a medicinal cannabis producer in Smiths Falls, Ontario. “And who wouldn’t want to work in such a novel industry?”

Boudko said there’s plenty of excitement among young botanists about the opportunities to work with a plant that hasn’t been well-studied before now. “It’s one of the attractions, being in the first wave,” she said. “It’s something that’s reflected in the number of [job] applications we get.”

Dixon said that with recent and upcoming changes in law, Canada has an opportunity to be at the forefront of an exciting field of botany. “We can take a leadership role here,” he said.