There’s an advantage in great proclamations, in spite of the fearful saying,

“Put your money where your mouth is. ”

It forces us out of our comfort zone.

It makes us accountable to at least try.

I will get a novel published this year.

The novel will have a title of:

DECEPTION RIVER

Dennis Mantin

When you’re sick

And you recover

Is there anything better than that?

Dennis Mantin

So many falling

The chill is not imagined

Special every one

Protests spitting bile against gravity and other such nonsense.

Why am I so Happy?

Bracing warm against the cold

There’s a storm coming Snowflakes

Dennis Mantin

The sun shone brighter today. Misleading to the cold outside. The beaches of PuraVida are far behind me now…

“Puravida, Puravida”

They say that about every situation. It’s supposed to mean, be cool, all is good.

The nearest I could figure is it was Spanish for, ‘ if you’re in a hurry, please go fuck yourself. ‘

Dennis Mantin

Somebody must be getting some.

The streets are bursting in my city with almost 3 million people bumbling and raging their ways to somewhere…

Dennis Mantin

The Christmas Trees have been littering the streets for days…

Tinsel hanging in mud reminds us of happier times.

School is in session and I personally am avoiding work because I can. How can I be this tired doing nothing?

Oh that’s right… I’m 60. I am in novel mode.

Dennis Mantin

Today I had lunch with Zylia and was reminded that she’s only 7.

She said, ” Do you know Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck?”

I answered, ” I do… intimately. ”

She responded, ” You know they’re Americans. ”

“Are you sure?”

“They said they were. ”

Dennis Mantin

The greys lifted today after 5 days of doing nothing.

Doing nothing without quilt is a new skill; a late arrival.

I live in my head during these times and here the rents not free.

I at tell myself that those bills are paid in full.

I love that moment of recovery when the sickness is beat.

Dennis Mantin

We had our moments in the sun. Smiling caressing waves floating swollen heads onto fluffed soft cotton.

Conflict would have her day. True character is exposed by such timbres of the suffering seeking relief.

Dennis Mantin

I got sick on the last day. I am so ready for home. The flights delayed 3 hours. 5 minutes in a loud bang comes from outside the plane that has me wondering wtf was that? Apparently static discharge.

The ice cubes melt into the gingerale. The child in 21A mysteriously stops crying. The light outside goes to dark from purple pink.

The smoothest landing ever…

Home. Gratitude. Happy New Year’s!

Dennis Mantin