In Lieu of a Disclaimer

Score! I’ve been looking for this. Back the first time I ever read my poetry at a poetry slam. It’s dated 11/2009 I had written a poem to read there I’m Glad I’m Sad and with fear and trepidation I was thinking of what I might mumble for my poor excuse of words when it hit me – why not a poem for the mumbling. Hence the following which is one of two I read that first night. I actually believe that this Google search was the impetus for my start at poetry. Been turning the house upside down for weeks maybe months.

Awakening from a self induced coma

I thought to exercise my mind both left and right – previously wrong

In ceramics throwing I thought to Google “Spokane Pottery”

but English being what it is

and my fingers often dyslexic

Instead I found a broken mike

I mistook for amateur night.


OK well there ya go. c ya… – jeffa


Pigsty; Week 6

This is the second blog post on my project to turn my house that is an utter Pigsty into a home. There are a few of my own comments documenting the first couple weeks progress on my Original first Pigsty post. Couldn’t find my camera so used my cell phone…



(I originally sent this to my staff, a captive office, then thought it might make a good blog post for my two or three visitors per day to,)

It’s often the simple things in life that can make my day.


The Harrison Idaho Gig

Three girls on the dance floor

three men on the bar stools

three shots on that bar and

three shots rang out loud

three corpus delicti laid out at the morgue

Jose Cuervo, Jack Daniels and thee.


I was visiting a friends performance in a little bar in Harrison Idaho. Suddenly three women jumped to the dance floor. Just as quick whatever the above is jumped into my mind.

So FWIW there ya have it.

– jeffa

Jeffa Poetry

After a Half Night of Insomnia and PAWS Tooth Ache


While trying to stay clean back in 2003, one morning having woken early from intense dreams, Insomnia etc. I wrote this. I’ve been looking for it for awhile. It’s more about life’s condition and living than recovery. Recovery sure does include asking the age old questions – at least it did for me.