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And honored to be featured

Alongside so much talent.

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“Let us not despair but act. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past – let us accept our own responsibility for the future.”

JFK, February 18, 1958

It has been said, that after JFK’s assassination, His brother Bobby was so grief stricken, he took to wearing JFK’s presidential jacket. Often disappearing from the crowded house for long walks around the property alone…coming back smiling…

but the light had gone out…

How do you write what’s never been written before?

what do you say?

I wonder what the world would be like today, if those shots had never been fired?

Maybe these two brothers saw a world no one else wanted to see…

After Bobby was shot

The first thing he said was

“Is everyone ok? Is everyone ok?”

How do we get back to that?

JFK, was wracked with illness and not only war scars but pain every day.

But most of the time no one would have even known.

It’s been said that had he lived, he would have most likely been victim to his illness anyhow.

The world turns and the shadows fall closer to the property lines and the boundaries we’ve made…

The voices echo in the background like static from the past…

Only now, today, we don’t have static, do we? We have streaming,

But the ghosts remains

Like a blood stained flag

In the background

Whether our eyes can comprehend it or not.

What was it like?

Those mornings…

Striving to the future. A better future for everyone.

We like to believe we won’t be touched by the darkness.

But the darkness remains…

Oh that we would remain

With courage and kindness

With the ability to reach out a hand

And take those steps forward

Seeking to leave

A better future

A better tomorrow

For our children…

How do you write what’s never been written?

I imagine you probably can’t

It’s a grief that can’t be written

Those shots fired

The days following

And turning into months

Years

But the ghosts remain

In the background

But so does the courage

And the vision

The kindness

And the ability to dream dreams.

I know we are not perfect and mistakes are always made…

But there is still a room for goodness and even with our faults, we can always reflect the best of ourselves

Our communities and our country.

-Ethan Bethune

Regardingsamuel.com

The one about Family Planning

That’s what it is right?

You sit down

Have a conversation with your partner

Do we want more than just these pets?

Do we want a person?

It’s not like baking a cake you know…

This will be with you for 18 to LIFE…

Some of us grow up and move out

Like “see ya only on occasional Holidays.”

Others are eating all of your favorite retirement cereal

And recording over your TiVo.

Changing your Netflix password

In short

Still living in your home,

You know,

Mixing their dirty clothes with yours.

Family planning is a real commitment.

Not one to be made in the heat of the passions sparked from cancelling plans.

Because that’s a serious thing. Once you’re an adult you realize you can stay home and drink

And cook together

And have hot sex

And just watch television together

You know what would change that?

A couple of kids.

Or worse

A couple of thirty somethings…

We’ve had the discussion many times

We decided against children

Somehow

Between my Crohn’s disease

And my wife’s

Epilepsy

I don’t see our children doing so well, unless they come potty trained and with a service animal.

(Pause for effect)

As a matter of matters

We just got back from two Doctor visits.

Neuro and OB/GYN

Five years ago

My wife got an IUD, her insurance paid for the whole thing.

This year?

We will have to shell out at-least 1,000+ dollars

For her SECOND IUD

Let that sink in….

Now I have never thought much about birth control

my opinions were always more of

Hey it’s not my body not my choice

But

if I pay the crap out of pocket on insurance

And work, work, work.

Why isn’t it on my insurance?

It turns out it is…

It says it’s 100 percent covered under our family planning.

However

Like all things there is a LOOP HOLE the size of Mount Rushmore

Leave it to these guys

I wish they had control of my bank act and retirement….

That 100 percent?

Is 100 percent of the allotted budget amount they are given

Which is 300.00 dollars.

You read it.

What if I did that to my power bill

Or my car payment

Or my mortgage…

That’s crazy!

Birth control and contraceptives should be FREE and readily available to everyone

It’s not a want, it’s a need.

And what if all other medicines were treated this way?

Or with the same stigma as contraceptives

Insulin

Or penicillin?

“Well Mister Stephens

It looks like you enjoy cake and doughnuts too much…

We are not going to cover your insulin.”

And birth control isn’t a one size fits all,Like your baseball cap.

If you work shift work

Have seizures

Are lazy

Can’t read

You’re not going to be able to remember to take a pill

On the 3rd Saturday of every month

At exactly 3:11

While reciting the months of the year, backwards.

But only while Harry Potter is streaming, otherwise – you’re pregnant Marsha.

You have to find the one that works the best for YOU…

And frankly

I know I can get a vasectomy

But that’s a little bit permanent

And

Come on

This is adulthood

We should talk about this stuff

And be open about it

I should be able to plan with my wife

And you should be able to plan with your partner

And every neighboring town should have a planned parenthood

To help with these things

Because the truth is

Even your local health department can help with the financing for these things…

But you don’t see everyone trying to close those down…

Probably because the football coach teaching sex ed doesn’t even know about it.

But hey,

If you do decide to get another pet instead,

Adopt from your local shelter

Because those guys believe they are dragons

And they will love you beyond measure….

This was a humor piece but Learn more below

https://www.cosmopolitan.com/health-fitness/a23726025/birth-control-will-it-become-the-ultimate-luxury/

Letters to a Nurse 19

It’s light here

This space

We’ve made together

It’s light here

Our backs against the weather

what we have

We’ve made

Against the winter

Against the night

This space

Just for us….

Adulthood may be dark

The future of our discontent

But right here

At home

Right in the now

This moment

Today

the ingredients

For all our tomorrows

Quickly becoming yesterday

It’s light

With you

It’s always light

In mid November

Leaves on the ground

Overcast

gray sun

First frost

It’s warm

It’s light

It’s Home

-Regardingsamuel.com

Ethan Bethune

Beagle in the City #223

Ethan: I’m telling you I think it’s the other one.

Garf: Nah come on man. I don’t think he’s got the talent. He’s out of here.

Simon: What are we doing guys?

Garf: Quiet I’m watching my shows!

Simon: bark bark bark. It’s a monster!! Quick ! Get under the table! Save yourselves!

Ethan: quiet. Other people live here man.

Simon: Gee dad, see if I ever protect you again. You don’t know what’s out there…I’ve been watching some dogumentaries and they are very convincing…

Ethan: for the last time…everything we watch on tv isn’t true man. It’s just pretend. It’s just shows.

Simon: Ok well then… how do we explain Garf. What is he then?

Ethan : ….

Simon: ….

Ethan: Well Garf, he’s just a hellbeast.

Garf: That’s right, and you better watch your back. Especially at night.

Simon: Is that true dad?

Gone

All the versions

Of ourselves

We try to forget

And you struggle to remember

How you got here

And all the awkward

Conversations

You held so tight

The connotations

The invitations

The desperate flight

They are all suddenly

Sand in a jar

Soon to be

Gone

Gone

Gone in the wind

And suddenly

We are older

And trying to remember

How many steps forward we made

And to all of the steps back

Hoping we have enough time

To climb back up again….

Mr Responsible 

Growing up is weird. You’ve spent your entire childhood being told to  go outside! Don’t sit in front of the TV!  Do something productive! Now you’re an adult, you’ve paid your bills, you’ve got your groceries, going OUTSIDE costs money…it flips. The responsible, Productive thing becomes staying inside and watching Netflix. Hey, you paid the bill. It’s ok. If you go outside it’s going to cost you three months of Netflix…

And face it, if you go outside and play with a stick and climb on swing sets you just end up in prison.

I struggle with this all of the time. I feel like I should be doing something… if I’m reading I feel like I should be writing, or cleaning, or going out and  doing the mysterious Productive…

My wife is always reminding me, it’s ok to sit down and relax. Cook inside, work-out inside and being Productive is taking on a whole new meaning as an adult. Just don’t be TOO productive…

Hey, it’s not my fault the price of college increased over 500 percent and text books shot up 1000 percent since the ’70s. How can you afford college for your kid? You can’t even afford it for yourself!

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m just a really young old man. I’m not going to have any more apps on my phone. I’m not learning another techno gadget. I can’t- I’m out and not in a good way. I don’t have anymore energy to learn another word processor or app. 

Face it. The only reason FB is still here is because it’s integrated itself within our lives, like Kudzu. Or that third wheeling friend that shows up in all of your photos but you’re  not really sure when you became close. You use fb to sign in and out of everything. It forced you into a marriage you’re not that proud of. And it knows all of your dirt. 

I don’t even have Snapchat. I deleted it for storage space. Why do I need an app that allows me to send text and pictures? Don’t I do that with messenger and my phone already? 

Remember Skype? Whatever happened to that poor thing? Somewhere out there is a little green light saying you’re logged on. It’s just hoping you’ll come back. Also, it probably still has all of those messages you forgot to delete from drunken frat houses. 

Which is probably why someone created Snapchat. . . 

These days we have to constantly upgrade and relearn everything every other  year. I don’t ask for much… just a nice laptop, like a Dell. Remember those? One that will outlive the expiration date on the credit card I used to pay for it. 


A picture of my much older self…