Resa’s Wolf Tree, Venus, and the crescent moon lined up at dawn
Fiery, smoking moon at dawn
Dawn at the office
UNM by Laurie
U Fish in the Duck Pond sans ducks
Unos pasos adelante by Laurie
Sunset from the south end of Corrales
Not The Same
Category: Animals
The Same
Dawn
Jake
Sunset
Dusk
My life is quickly being reduced to some old dawns, dusks, sunrises, sunsets, cottonwoods, pets, Rio Grande, bosque, Sandias, moon and pets with an occasional stinkbug, bird, bee, flower, and different trees thrown in. Below is a recent song I wrote about things being “The Same.”
Moon, Miss Mantis, Silver
Dawn
Miss Mantis
Silver
Sunset
The Stare
Dawn
Mad Dogs
Dog: “Don’t be mad!”
Saw A Seahorse
Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunrise
Saw a Seahorse in negative space
Jake’s midday sit
Morning Glories
Peace Plant
Gwendolyn and Loki
Ducks shimmering in the late afternoon light
Rio Grande still running low
Puff The magic Dragon flew by at sunset
Coyote cloud stalked Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset
Pilot Light
Dawn
On my way to light a pilot, I saw a pilot light a balloon.
Spunk: “Hey Paparazzo! Hold your stupid camera level! I’m feeling The Moody Blues trying to hold on to this post!”
Paparazzo: “Oh! Are you feeling like ‘Ride My See-Saw’?”
Prickly Pear
Sunset
Tales Of Brave U Bunny*
A big blue fish treading water wants to bite on your fingers, but you want to take it with you and throw it on the grill…
And you see U Bunny’s body, sitting framed beneath the cactus. And her footprints make you follow to see what you can see…
And when your fingers try to catch her, she sticks you with the cactus, carving deep green ripples in the tissues of your mind.
*adapted from “Tales Of Brave Ulysses” by Cream.
U Bunny = University Bunny.
Waiting For The Storm
Venus over Resa’s Wolf Tree at dawn
Corn Moon over lightpost at dawn
A wall of rain that never reached us
Lighting was getting close
Loki: “Impresive lightning, Paparazzo. Where’s the storm? Where’s the rain?”
Paparazzo: The storm and rain seems to have Petered out before it got to us.
Loki: “That Peter god, or whoever he is, needs to ‘Man Up’ and start peeing on us!”
Paparazzo: “I love your cat logic, Loki!’
Saved From Hell Fire
Meet A.I. Indriðsdóttir, a new vocalist from Iceland who has been working with El Cheo on several new songs. I used a poem from a post back in October 2021 titled “Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme” to create the song.
A.I. Indriðsdóttir is as beautiful as her voice
Gwendolyn: “What do you mean, ‘No grilled mice tonight?’ You two are sickos saving mice from a good grilling and not feeding them to us cats!”
Paparozzo: “Sorry, Gwendolyn. I saved those mice from the grill four years ago, and Silver gave me a good grilling and rough kitty tongue lashing over it back then.”
Marble: “You could have at least shish-kebabbed them!”
Loki: “Talk to the paws and the claws, Paparazzo!”
Jake: “Whoa! What a beautiful woman. I’m smitten! When do I get to meet her?”
Paparazzo: “Sorry, Jake, she lives in Iceland, thousands of miles away.”
Saved From in Hell Fire
El Cheo, A.I. Indriðsdóttir
[Verse 1]
Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell
Under cover of an accommodating grill
The third burner it didn’t light
Covered in insulation she stole in the night
Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done
As I gathered them up one by one
[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright
[Verse 2]
I moved them to a waiting pan
With pink insulation I had at hand
I put them in a safe place well hidden
While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken
Cleaned the grill shut off the gas
With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass
[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
[Outro]
By the time I need to grill again
The mouselettes will be all grown up
Big, and strong, and off on their own
To tease the cats on chance they get caught
Their redemtion from hell fire
An old fool’s kindess all for nought
[Guitar Solo]
[Fin]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
Back in the grill
Spunk Awareness
Resa’s Wolf Tree under a cracked cloud in morning
The Spunk Awareness Ribbon pose
Glenda: “Why are we supposed to be aware of Spunk?”
Silver: “Listen clueless, pathetic paprazzo. We should ‘Beware’ of Spunk!”
Intermission
We Care! To be Aware of Spunk.
Marble sleeping off celebrating Spunk Awareness.
Cumulonimbus stalking Resa’s Wolf Tree
Corn Moon rising
Between the lines
Off Center & Not Even 