30 for 30 (sand castles)

She tilts her head back

As if to ready a violin

Her hands made into fists

Punching her face

Her mouth foams

Blood runs

From chewing on her tongue and jaw

I have timed

Tornadoes

Storms as they pass over

Shop lifters

But this was the longest

Minutes of my life

The seconds carry the weight of hours

After the seizure passes

Like the eye of the storm

It takes half an hour for the cloud mass to break

And clarity to return

I have to repeat answers to questions asked every few minutes

Like fragments

Falling to the earth

Left behind

And she slurs her speech

And I am reminded

How much we take for granted

This idea that everything will be here tomorrow

Exactly as it is today

And I think

How quickly all the lamps expire

And how much of ourselves we put on hold

Betting for tomorrow

How much I didn’t write

Believing I would be

Could be

Better

Tomorrow

Life

Tears us apart

And takes away our talents

The people we love

We are so bold

So brass

So full of our youth

We believe

We have time

But the lamps

Are expiring

As I hold my wife

And she is sleeping

I think about

The rain against the window

The dry lightning

As

The sun is setting

We are not permanent

We are not forever

I think about the orchestra

Playing in rhythm

I think about the shows we’ve seen

The musicals

The theater

I think about

How quickly we are gone

Even stars burn out

Even phoenixes are reborn

Even the air is thin

Between the lightning

Everything

Everything

Everything

Expires

Even when denied

Time will prove

Right

As the spring leaves

Are swept away

In the street

This is all we have

All we are

– Ethan Bethune

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Beagle in the City #244

Simon: Every day, dad comes home on lunches, and we go to the outside. It’s great. We play for days.

Ethan: You realize, it’s only one hour. And most people actually get to eat on their lunch.

Garfunkel: Well I’m just a starvin’ marvin, just a starvin’ marvin, I ain’t eat in three whole days!

Ethan: What are you singing? What is this?

Garfunkel: what if we all go and get sammiches.

Ethan: How about peanut butter and you guys go to the bathroom like you’re supposed to. I’m about to have to leave.

Simon: Whaaat what do you have left, a week, three days? Is it 57 minutes! No not the minutes! They are so sad!

Ethan: that’s it, I’m leaving. I’m never coming back. I’ll send you a postcard.

Garfunkel: Wait for me! Bum bum dum dum starvin’ marvin…

30 for 30 ( rain )

She’s electric

Traces the space

Between each star

Swears she’s named them all

And

She’s midnight fire

The eye of the hurricane

I swear, I know nothing at all

She’s here at my door again

I’m lost in her pouring rain

My lips against her skin

Her winds

This breath

This free

And I know

Nothing at all…

Beagle in the City #243

Simon: Look dad! I’m digging!

Simon: And you’re sure Moles aren’t scary?

Simon: You know one time, I knew a squirrel, he wasn’t a Mole though, have you ever seen a squirrel? You probably have.

Simon: Why are they under the ground? Is it dark under the ground? How do they see? Is it as dark as when I’m under the covers?

Simon: When do we take breaks? I could go for some snacks…

Simon: Just look at the size of this trench I dug!

Ethan: I don’t think you did as much as you think you did…

Simon: What do you mean? I’m exhausted…

Writer’s Log 22 (libraries)

I spent the afternoon at the Library. I went looking for a James Baldwin book of essays. They didn’t have it. But they did have other books. Lots of other books.

I don’t know if you’ve ever spoken with a librarian, but if you haven’t, you should. We talked about books, buying books, writing books, our favorite book shops, hoarding books.

How we can spend our entire lives lost between the aisles of books.

I always go through the 800s

These are essays and poetry…

The oldest books in the library.

Most have been here so long they aren’t even categorized… some books are plays or letters…some haven’t been checked out since 1970…but they are still here… in this shelter for knowledge and discovery,waiting.

It’s almost national library week

Even if it wasn’t

I would still write about how important I believe libraries are.

They make it so easy to access information…

I wouldn’t be writing if it were not for libraries…

Every Saturday my mother would pack us up and we would go to the grocery store and then to the library. It was the highlight of our week.

We didn’t have a lot of money

And this enabled me to get any book I wanted and sometimes even a movie. And when we lived too far out from a library, there was the bookmobile. A mobile library brought to our community.

When I lived on my own I started using the library again. It makes for an easy budget.

It’s free accessible information.

Libraries have always given us the ability to grow as much as we are willing no matter how we live or where we live.

Ray Bradbury used them

Neil Gaiman used them

Most likely every writer and filmmaker has been influenced in some way by a library.

They are safe havens for the curious and the afraid

The artist afraid to run for the exit but looking out the windows…

If you have never thought of it

Or always wondered about it

Or just wanted to donate

Here’s how Donate

Because everyone deserves the opportunity to access information.

I will never forget my first library card. The power and responsibility I felt.

With this card I could read any book in the building for free.

But I always found books I wasn’t looking for, like thumbing through a dictionary discovering new worlds.

I believe libraries are important

And should have sure funding.

I have a tattoo of a library stamp…to remind me to never forget to be kind or to donate to those magic librarians. They really are our very own Rupert Giles…which gives us a responsibility, doesn’t it?

Beagle in the City #242

Ethan: Ok are you ready to play Dog Golf?

Simon: I’m ready I’m ready!

Ethan: Who wants to play?

Simon: Me me me!!!

Garfunkel: I’ll just watch but thanks for thinking about me.

Ethan: Ok so I hit the ball and…

Simon: I attack the ball and bounce back and forth flying it home to dad!!

Ethan: Right!

(Moments later)

Ethan: I really am sorry.

Simon: Don’t talk to me…

Ethan: It was an ACCIDENT honest.

Garf: That was hilarious! Replay it!

Simon: Shut up!

Ethan: How could I do that on purpose! You’ve seen me play golf! I’m terrible at it!

Simon: I can’t feel my face…

Ethan: what can I do to say I’m sorry?

Garf: OH I KNOW! Call nice lady and tell her everything that happened! Here I’ve already called the number!

Garf: Hello? Hospital? Put the warden, uhh I mean, Simon’s Mom on!

Ethan: Sooo I took Simon out and was playing with him and Garf

And hitting golf balls

And accidentally hit him in the face and busted his gum. It was like right on the nose.

He had blood in his gums

And now our dog is afraid of balls…

Lindz: which one ?

Ethan: They are both our dogs. Are you saying you love one more than the other?

Lindz: No, but which one?

Ethan: Simon.

Garf: Hey man, Since you’re gonna be sleeping in my room for rest of forever, I’ve gotta tell you the tour. You’ve got a tv, a couch, a warming blanket, seriously, this thing never gets cold.

Ethan: it’s an electric blanket. And I’ll be fine.

Garf: I don’t know man, I mean, you broke your dog. Remember? He’ll probably never be the same.

Ethan: I get the fluffy pillow.

Writer’s Log 21

I’ve been writing a lot of drafts

And putting manuscripts together

I’ve sent off three so far

Or was it two?

I didn’t even realize I have Archives on here

I started going through them…

It goes as far back as 2011

(Don’t go that far back…for your own sake just go to 2014)

I’m trying to read more

I’m convinced social media is going to crash like a bad marriage…

One day we will try to log in and it will just be a blank sign in screen for some business app.

Everything will be gone and the world will cry together.

In other news

I’m still trying to stay healthy

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It takes courage.

Keep writing

Keep reading

Never stop learning.