Arts
The Arts section of Orient Lodge
Camping at Falcon Ridge
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Wed, 07/23/2008 - 17:01
Fiona and I have arrived early at Falcon Ridge to get a good camp site. I set up the tent in slight rain. Cars can on longer drive up here because of the mud. We are lucky to have our site. If you are here stop by and say hi in the 10 acre camping
Preparing for Falcon Ridge
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Wed, 07/23/2008 - 12:00Last night, I spent a bit of time reviewing the different performers scheduled to be in the Emerging Artists Showcase at Falcon Ridge this year. Each one of them has a MySpace Music page up where you can listen to their music and find out other information about them. With that, let me list the artists, with links to their MySpace pages, and a few different comments about each one.
Bronchitis
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Mon, 06/02/2008 - 23:44My lungs ache, they burn from the coughing.
The pressure in my head grows, it feels like it will explode.
The sinus infection has expanded to include bronchitis.
Who will deliver me from my distress?
At the pharmacy, I struggle to find enough money for my medicine.
At home, sleep evades me as I wait for the drugs to take effect.
The weariness of my bones seeps into my soul.
At The Funeral Home
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Fri, 12/21/2007 - 11:59There is something wrong with the air.
It feels heavy.
It sits awkwardly in my mouth, my throat, my lungs.
I cannot breathe.There is something wrong with the air.
It stings my eyes.
I look around frantically for a glimmer of hope or joy.
I cannot see.There is something wrong with the air
It clogs my ears.
I listen numbly for the sound of laughter,
But hear only crying.It isn’t the fragrance of the flowers.
It isn’t the dim light illuming the coffin.
It is the emptiness
Knowing a friend is gone.
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The Christmas Tree
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Thu, 12/20/2007 - 09:23The large green tree
waits patiently
next to the growing pile of wrapped Christmas presents,
the dust covered boxes of last year’s ornaments,
and the couch, where the college student,
home for the holidays,
lays half delirious,
from this season’s stomach bug.
