Ms. ZigZag

We Interrupt This Blog to Show You My BOOMSTICK.

Yesterday I didn't post a poem for Poetry month due to my utter exhaustion from spending the whole day out in the woods shooting guns. I had no idea it would be so tiring. Part of it was the adrenaline rush, the other was the kick-back from four hours of shooting various weapons.

As most of you know I grew up with a gun totin' vigilante father in the Bronx in the 80's. When I was little (probably about 10 years old) he would let me handle and polish his weapons and taught me very strict rules about gun safety. 

I didn't do much shooting in my youth. Lately I've had it on my radar. With the impending Apocalypse upon us, it seems apropos that I get my tank-girl on!

The 357 Magnum was my favorite gun to shoot. I thought I would like the 9 MM Semi-Auto more than the Magnum, but this is a really classic gun. 357 bullets are no joke. Personally I enjoyed the 357 Magnum with 38 Special ammo.

Surprisingly the kick-back from the Ruger Mini-14 was much less of an impact on my body than the 357 Magnum with 357 ammo.

There was a true sense of anxiety and fear during the first hour of learning the guns and re-learning safety procedures. Within a few hours I felt confident of my ability to handle the weapons and my shooting wasn't  bad. I hit the targets, and even managed to hit a can off a tree limb once. By the end of the day I was too fatigued to hit anything straight and it gave me a new respect of the muscle strength and coordination that goes into shooting.

This is what the trunk of my car looked like. (These weapons were all attained legally and are not mine. Just in case you were wondering.)

No, I did not shoot this gun sideways. This shot was purely for the goof-train. But man, I make a good red-neck thug!

I loved the 22 rifle. It might only shoot 22 ammo, but was a really fun gun to shoot!

Unfortunately, we were not the thugs that demolished the TV. It was already blown up when we arrived.

The 380 automatic (on the left) had more kick than the 9 MM. This suprised me. I like the feel of the 9 MM better. My favorite gun is still 357 Magnum. My father would be proud. It was one of his favorites too.

 Okay - back to Poetry. But first....

 

This Is My Boomstick!
Army of Darkness at MOVIECLIPS.com

 

 

 

 

Mud, Love, Loss, Guns, and of course Poetry.

This past week I ran my first 5 mile trail run called the "Dirt Dash" with the X-Dogs. I've never had more fun running through the woods!  I came in (drum roll) next -to-last! Which means I was not DFL (dead fucking last.)  And only 32 minutes behind my friend Brad. That's not too shabby!  The course was so muddy my shoe got sucked off at one point, but I remained steady.  My recent yoga training came in very handy. Balance was key to not falling face first in the mud!

 

I also got an amazing invitation to spend a few days at a cabin in Government Camp. Can you even believe that there is a place in Oregon called Government Camp? Right next to ZigZag, Oregon?? Which is actually a city in Oregon. I mean really...what are the odds of my name being ZIgZag AND I live near ZigZag, Oregon. Come on....that's just fucking weird. I'm proof that God loves to play tricks. 

I digress.

I spent 4 days up on Mt. Hood and it just happen to snow 30 inches!  There is nothing more cleansing, more peaceful, and more calming than the falling snow. BEHOLD:

 

 

We almost missed the trail to Trillium Lake...

 

We blazed the trail!

Look at his mutant hands! ....you know what they say...

Daniel Flynn. Best Yoga Teacher EVAR! he even made me do yoga in the snow.
Down dog will never be the same.

Rumi looks so tough. Don't mess with ma dog.

 

   
This has to be the most unsteady, choppy video I've ever made.
But hey, the snow was yummy.

And now for today's poem.....

 

<poem was here>

 

 

 

 

Old Trouble. Magnetic Joy.

My roommate bought us magnetic poetry and has inspired me to write my daily poems in different mediums and take photos of them to make this month of poetry a little more diverse. 

The catch to the magnetic poetry is that she put some of the pieces on the fridge and some of them she rigged on the wall next to the toilet. Let the images commence.

Pandas, Poetry, and Love! Does it Get Any Better? Video Included.

 

The Panda suit had a great time in Maui. As usual a Panda likes to be in quiet environments without too much distraction. However, I need to bust out the Panda suit in a crowd. The Giant Panda Guerrilla Dub Squad are coming to Portland and their show is literally within walking distance of my house. The Panda suit might have to make an appearance and boogie-down! Someone dare me. 

And lest we forget: everyone should own a Panda suit. There is no better way to spread the love, than making other people smile. =)

April National Poetry Month

Speaking of smiling, April is National Poetry Month. My friend and worldwide amazing poet, Taylor Mali, announced on his blog that he will attempt a poem a day for the month of April. I'm going to take that challenge too. I'm not sure what kind of crap will come out of my knobby fingers but a few diamonds wil hopefully float to the top. After the month is over I will massage a few of them into masterpieces (or so I hope.)  I'm taking a risk on this first one, and starting with love.

LOVE <poem was here>