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What I will tell your lawyer: This is the same woman who told me, quote: "I don't care if my brother Steve wants to smoke pot if it makes him feel better." It never mattered with us, these two people drank around me Ronnie as youths, everywhere, in the bars, on the play fields, and he's the one with a DUI on his record.  And my son is 25 years old.  None of these other adults having their families in their lives.  Even my biological father drank and smoked pot around us, everywhere. We pay them to care for and take my son places, and it is working out, I'm very thankful for it, especially so that I can work, when she doesn't put pressure on me to be forced out of the job. I'm asking for them to care for him during the week while Phil works out of town, and I pick up part time work there while we stay.  I will have Alec on the weekends, do our spaghetti, do yard work, hang out, just relax and be with our dog.  And they can keep his che

You would come down on a person who suffers, just to make things worse. You would claim you have rights that you don't have because I am the birth mother. You would take every opportunity to spew hate and discord, even around my kids. You would take every liberty to judge, condemn, criticize and put down something looking up right now. You deny any love because you have no love. You can't see the years I've done all the good work, because you want to steal it now. You make me absolutely fucking sick to my stomach. No one should tolerate you.

I do not start fights without anyone, but my mother drags me into her drama, and I'm triggered. She's always been a main trigger of mine, and I needed beer just to be able to put up with her. Supposedly Phil is drinking all of Alec's money, which is not true at all, we spend the majority of our money on bills, just like everyone else. I don't gamble, and I don't buy expensive fashion boots, and I don't eat out in restaurants. It's all about Alec with them, and especially she goes on and on calling Phil names, and putting him down, so you know they talk about a lot at their house, about Phil and me. I do not criticize anyone else, but I got sucked in yesterday and said my mother has always been verbally abusive and probably ruined her two sons.  It makes me feel awful to try to either defend, or retaliate, or maybe put up an appearance. Phil has learned too, you just don't feed into her.  He says, We're doing good, I'm making good mone

do you want to know the only person who wanted to fight for me, my mentally retarded son.  He heard too.  And he was ready to go. how sad is that.  the only person

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Ode to Iowa City by Sheri Grutz This town smells like poetry through a sieve leaving gemlike rocks reminds me of my kids the second self of a youth gone wild lapping up the energy from the educated sky I've studied this town smells like birth I refused to watch to not pass out black outs in bars at the ready of a ship of fools so off course this town smells like dogs against the moon and angle of the rotten tooth from sweetness and smokes all they do is pay the last piper who took trees away and fields away so brick it up again with an overhead crane and steel in your toes and nerves nobody made good on promises here strange encounters left it gaping as a sinkhole strange roundabout of the past fornicating with the otherness of my soul games and concerts packed and praying Hollywood angels got nothing on mist over river this town smells like water

Ode to Iowa City by Sheri Grutz This town smells like poetry through a sieve leaving gemlike rocks reminds me of my kids the second self of a youth gone wild lapping up the energy from the educated sky I've studied this town smells like birth I refused to watch to not pass out black outs in bars at the ready of a ship of fools so off course this town smells like dogs against the moon and angle of the rotten tooth from sweetness and smokes all they do is pay the last piper who took trees away and fields away so brick it up again with an overhead crane and steel in your toes and nerves nobody made good on promises here strange encounters left it gaping as a sinkhole strange roundabout of the past fornicating with the otherness of my soul games and concerts packed and praying Hollywood angels got nothing on mist over river this town smells like water

The Sunshine Cult by Sheri Grutz Lights up on a tropical stage setting. Frank sits at a table putting a model ship together. Enter first young man. FRANK: Let me guess, you were out with Sunshine. Yes. We went swimming. I turned my back and she was gone with some other guy. Why do you let her get away with that? She's the brightest I've ever found. Sure, and now you're seeing red. I'm hoping her cloudy days are coming. He sits down on the couch. Enter next young man who is even redder than the first man Oh, no, not you too. Yep, I went out bicycling with Sunshine. She wouldn't get off my back. You didn't have to bare all to her. We rode and rode for hours, until she really turned up the heat, and I lost her at the horizon, because she never goes horizontal. So you sweated it out, huh? I'm kind of hoping she keeps her distance. She'll be back. He sits on the couch

Deoge is back at home, and my mom is checking in on her. It made me cry to have to leave her, and not have her out here with us anymore, but she barks whenever I leave the room.   It's hard to have any kind of conversation with my mother since she is constantly correcting or telling me how wrong I am, critical, biting, angry, negative, she brings me down so much. I'm going into a temp agency here tomorrow to get signed up for work. We'll be here from Sun. evenings until Friday at 3:30 p.m. We're looking into finding a cheaper hotel.

Espionage You can learn a great deal from static on the land phone Rice Krispies sizzling or Pop Rocks in the mouth you can call it America calling I've taken apart phones I've heard it too in the background of silent rooms you can learn that someone is there scratching the ear finger tips shocked when touching metal frying the brain mites picking at the ice combing the dead air you can learn short distances came from miles away and take the call from heaven or hell with its crinkled papers you just couldn't throw away s.m.g.

Untitled The blanket of summer was made in winter and the yes we came to was made by no's and the house we have was made by nowhere how can I tell you something for sure and make for its opposite to find the truth I'll talk just so I can be silent and I'll sleep just so I can be truly awake every time you formed a stand there was a polar to it so really you could be both sad and happy at the same time

The Questions The woman will write every question posed against the sheet just to lift something sooner than later formed and set still and silent for any other answer she had come to slowly deliberately worth time and effort they will be hard questions you'd dream in a solid sleep waking to find chaos and confusion do not rule the world any way you look at it she had first wondered if her own place dug in to her soul and planted tomatoes instead of marigolds this sudden spurt of ripe growth dangling around the rumor vines she had first wondered if there was a conclusion other than books she will see if the questions stand the test of time as any song would or any coin s.m.g.

Untitled My brother loosens the greeting as you would a bolt nothing is tight or causing resistance he walks in leaving it all to chance with words in his pocket to exchange with timing in the gait undone my brother is walking away as you would from a long horse ride easing into his legs again he does not create a space too small s.m.g.

Money (a creative essay) A real gentleman, even if he loses everything he owns, must show no emotion. Money must be so far beneath a gentleman that it is hardly worth troubling about. Fyodor Dostoevsky Was this really how Dostoevsky felt? He was under the gun most of his adult life, deep in debt from gambling, and nearly had to write a best seller just to survive. Some of his works did not receive good reviews, like The Idiot, a book that both my daughter and I have read and thought, there really is no plot here. It seems to me, the pressure he was under was sizable and probably did effect his writing, despite reaching acclaim. Edgar Allan Poe lived in dire poverty as well, and really almost abhorred the fact that he was writer, or couldn't make it as a writer, and his attitude was such that he hated the world with a passion. So many that we read today were not rich the way Dean Koontz is today. Nicholas Sparks told a room full of people, “Yes, I mad

The woman making pancakes says, I'm glad I stirred something. the prisoner in the ripped jeans gets snagged on barbed wire and says, I must be too holy. The girl in a suede jacket smokes a pack a day, gets her jacket stolen and says, it's a put on. The boy saves his change for candy but then says, I'm just a sucker.

The Miracle There was a miracle that dented the exterior of the day that had been carried around like a steel suitcase when all that was in it was the past even the writer said it was safe but the miracle took the shape out of it pounding with a saved silence reserved for babies I looked and saw that I would be changed from baggage I would be no longer a visitor but someone in plenty someone not in a hurry the miracle smacked open the case and we were saved from the turning away like in an instant things can change when proof is a powerful tool s.m.g.

The Yes Man by Sheri Grutz The Yes Man (a brief sketch) Stage is set with a long metal table, and one good sized young man is sitting at the end of the table. Lights up and Enter an older man in professional attire who sits down at the opposite end of the table. He sets down a football helmet and a large remote control device. What do your friends call you? Ditto. Alright, Ditto, do you know why you're here? No, I don't. All you have to do is answer some questions. I only answer to my Bunny. My friends call me Dawg, will that do? Hmmm, I suppose. I've heard that you play football, so I'd like to start by having you put this on. You're not wearing one too? I'm already pretty hard headed, and besides I don't play games. (he puts on the helmet) Alright, so you think in this sport that when you go around stealing the ball all the time, it means you can steal magazines from the libra

Stage is set like a lab with wooden desks, and tons of chemical equipment. Lights up with the man in a white jacket talking with his two patients, a young man, and a young woman. Velcome, Velcome to my factory, my mishion, my occupaaation. There's nowhere to sit down. That's vecause you vare not in de audience, no worries, this study vill be recorded. Is that for going back in time? Nah, nah, tis for proof. And so var, you have not proven yourselves. I've got my proof of auto insurance, will that do? Hmmm, vaybe, vaybe. And I've got proof of a title to my car. Ahhh, yes, autoooomobiles. Please sign that you accept me az your master. Oh for Pete's sake. Alright then, let's get on vith it. You have come here to rid yourself of ailment called schizofrenzia. No? That is correct. Yes, yes, now this vill be a bery simple process, just a few cells from the inside of your cheeks. I vill put the

The Jars There's a language in the jar that we've already used washed, and reused again, and we knew our mouths would make something stick, my every piece of clothing hanging there on your last word, we knew at the ready what we were going to have again and again, saving the jars in exchange for lip service.   There's so much I want to say, sunlight filled to the top of the day, and a thirst for success in some fashion.  We throw very little away except certain cares that won't get us too far, certain ways of saying it, unbreakable me. s.m.g.

More silly jokes by Sheri: Man is in bed with his woman getting it on, and he gets tired, and she says, What, can't you stay up? depressed woman wears a push up bra, says, Now, I've got to stay perky. Young man does time in prison, says maybe I'm burnt out, they keep stealing my smokes. young girl wants to be a cheer leader, says when will I stop doing cart wheels for them. House wife has a sudden thought of leaving town, says, I can just leave it all to chance. Instead she pulls the weeds, and says, nothing can be so wild.

The worst thing that happened because of 911 was The Patriot Act, and my reps told me, everything now to safeguard our country is made legal, including any form of targeting, or giving up rights that the country feels is necessary. One of the hardest years in the personal history of Suspect Targets was the year 2004, shortly after we were engaged in war. The military complex was at an all time high to cause damage and suffering to anyone fighting against the Crime of the New Century. The whole country put blanket trust in our way of dealing with threats, and that meant Anyone who would undermine or not accept the way the system has been in place. Our ability of getting out of this terrible situation was confounded so deeply that could never move the psyche of average Americans.

I have been the most criticized, celebrated, hated, woman in all of targeting through the mass media, and gov stranglehold. Every thought, emotion, action, word, everything under total watch. Imagine living with the over arching authority over you.

Washington (CNN) The mysterious sonic attack on US diplomats stationed in Cuba is raising questions about weapons that sound more like something out of James Bond than reality. The US believes sophisticated devices that operated outside the range of audible sound were deployed either inside or outside diplomats' residences in Havana, injuring at least 16 Americans, several senior State Department officials have told CNN. The attacks, which began in November and ended this spring, left some with mild traumatic brain injury; two might have permanent hearing loss. And the invisible assaults may be continuing against other targets, with  Canadian diplomats  and their family members reporting similar symptoms in June. Experts say the question isn't just what kind of weapon might have been used, but whether the damage was caused by a weapon at all. FBI probes mysterious sonic device in Cuba   01:19 While a multi-agen