Harlan? said Blurtso. What? said Harlan. Did you hear that? Yes, said Harlan. Do you think our snake is back? said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan. What do you think he’s doing? said Blurtso. I don’t know, said Harlan. Why do you suppose, said Blurtso, that people hate snakes? I don’t know, said Harlan. Have you ever been bitten by one? said Blurtso. No, said Harlan. I suppose they don’t all bite, said Blurtso. No, said Harlan, I suppose they don’t. What animals do snakes dislike? said Blurtso. I’ve heard, said Harlan, that snakes dislike mongeese. Have you ever seen a mongoose? said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan. What do they look like? said Blurtso. They’re like ferrets, said Harlan, only bigger and with mean-looking noses. Do you think we should get one? said Blurtso. I’m not sure, said Harlan, we might be happier with snakes.
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“Blurtso looks at the snow” (VI)
It’s very quiet. I can’t even hear the cars in the street. The flakes are so big that the ones near the window are a blur. I wonder how much it’s snowing at Bonny and Pablo’s cabin? It makes me happy to think of them all together, sharing a snack around the fire. I hope they have enough firewood. I’m sure they do. Bonny is good about that sort of thing. And so is Pablo. Even Ditto had a fire when I stopped by. I’ll bet the flakes are melting quickly on the lake. I’ll bet you could stray from the path and not even know. You’d have to make a new path, which wouldn’t be a path, but only a trail of wandering. When it gets dark you can’t even see the rise and fall of the land. Hmmm, it sure is quiet. I wonder how much it’s snowing at Bonny and Pablo’s cabin?
“Pablo sings his songs”
Here are some songs I’ve written.
Audio PlayerCliffs of the heart
Audio PlayerYou can’t say yes
Audio PlayerThe best we can do
Audio PlayerThe snow is melting
Audio PlayerSlipping into stone
Audio PlayerOut of line
Audio PlayerKindness
Audio PlayerUndo what’s done
Audio PlayerDevil’s Sister
Audio PlayerLiar sun
Audio PlayerBecause I love you
Audio PlayerThe hope it is
Audio PlayerLetting go
Audio PlayerCrossroads night
Audio PlayerTake me there
Audio PlayerAll I want is a breeze
Audio PlayerThe beginning of you
Audio PlayerHell on the inside
Audio PlayerThe kingdom meant for me
Audio PlayerEight ounces of water
Audio PlayerGo around
Audio PlayerCatch, glide and shove
Audio PlayerToo late for you
Audio PlayerThis girl do
Audio PlayerSleeping where the rich people play
Audio PlayerOf all the gold
Audio PlayerEcho
Audio PlayerAfraid this time
Audio PlayerTenderness
Audio PlayerA safe place to go
Audio PlayerSeize the moment
Audio PlayerHaven’t had yet
Audio PlayerMy Michelle
Audio PlayerCruel shapes
Audio PlayerYou made him a promise
Audio PlayerSeventh day
Audio PlayerMy baby’s arms
Audio PlayerMore than the blues
Audio PlayerDrink beer on stage
Audio PlayerI’m in you
Audio PlayerSave me
Audio PlayerGiraffe
“Blurtso and Harlan watch the snow” (II)
I guess there’s not much snow in Borneo, said Blurtso. No, said Harlan, but there are many palm trees. I like palm trees, said Blurtso. So do I, said Harlan, there’s nothing like napping in a palm grove… listening to the wind in the leaves, and feeling the shadows on your skin. Yes, said Blurtso, a palm grove is a great place to nap, and so is a recliner, under a palapa next to the sea. Yes, said Harlan, there’s nothing like napping to the sound of waves, with a cap pulled down on your eyes. A Red Sox cap? said Blurtso. Of course, said Harlan. The snow is nice too, said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan, there’s nothing like napping in a loft, with a cup of hot cocoa, listening to the slosh of cars in the street. Yes, said Blurtso, or napping under an oak, on a summer day, in an empty field in Maine. I still can’t believe, said Harlan, the Red Sox didn’t win the World Series.
“Blurtso and Harlan watch the snow”
“Blurtso and Harlan consider Christmas”
I suppose some people get depressed at Christmas, said Blurtso. And New Year’s, said Harlan. I suppose, said Blurtso, the memories make you reflect on what you do and don’t have. Too often, said Harlan, on what you don’t. Is there any more cocoa? said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan, plenty. And whipped cream? Yes, said Harlan, a full can.
“Blurtso envies Rudolph”
There’s always tomorrow
“Blurtso finds footsteps in the snow”
Hey… footsteps in the snow. I wonder where they’re going? Maybe I’ll follow them. Doo dee doo dee dee, dee dee dee dee doo… hey, what’s this? No more footsteps. I wonder what happened to the person who was making them? How can a person just vanish like that, and make no more tracks? Hmmm, maybe I’d better go see Harlan, and make sure he’s alright.