By Keith Bartram Well I’m back from the Naval training center Great Lakes, IL and I’m happy to report that all’s well in Great Lakes. Here’s just another letter from one of the Boys in Blue. Pugsley. Well so much has changed in my life the past five months. But before that, just a quick … [Read more…]
Dear Mini-School staff and students,Greetings and salutations guys and gals. All right that was a terrible opening, but what do you want? “Have a great Navy day?” Anyway this is just another note from one of your boys in blue (really they’re black). Well, Scooter and I went our separate ways March 5, I’m up … [Read more…]
Keith Bartram and Scott Hedke recent Mini-School graduates dropped us a letter from boot camp in Great Lakes. Dear Mini-School staff and students,Well I’m still alive contrary to the quality of the food here, but other than that things are really great. Well the news around here! Scooter and I are in the same division. … [Read more…]
By Pugsley Santa Clause! The child no older than ten pulls out a gun, and fires a bullet into the mystical character. You say to yourself, “My God! What is he talking about?” Well, wonder no longer, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the world of Dudley Riggs. But do not be alarmed, the whole show … [Read more…]
By Keith Bartram The mass testimony of the detestment of objection by the world,is upon us.Life as it is known will end abruptly,stop functioning as a whole,The Wall has come down,and is only a wrecked ruin of the past.East and West have come into a unionof minds and soul.The imaginary creatures of time goneare being … [Read more…]
By Elliot Tan and Keith “Puglsey” Bartram As in any trip, there are always a couple of lonely and brave souls who volunteer to take the “sweep” position, that is, the rear, (notice the stale stench of sarcasm?) On this wilderness venture, we were the sweepers for most part. When we arrived at the trail … [Read more…]
TorporConfused in a state of numbness,waiting for the right wayof a formed and structured life,in this difficult situation on earth;we are only a simple organismon this disputatious—who cares;Everything is a confound and fission,consisting of not which it should bebut the other,the opposite:The disreputable reputationof the world’s “leaders”is one to be questioned and aliened.We are in … [Read more…]
By Keith Bartram Rapidly jerking our lives from place to place,facing reality with two feet in the grave;jumping into a ballistic era,showing a mere part of ourselvesin a cliché of words;our earphones beating with a hum ofsimplicity,the gentle buzz of a fly,is what it sounds like,from across the roomin a doldrum sense of life;shutting out … [Read more…]
By Keith “Pugsley” Bartram Walking down the hall at passing hour cussing and swearing, shaking and twitching. Some people staring at me and mocking me, while the others whisper to each other, wondering if I am an epileptic or maybe that I should be put into a mental hospital. But what most of them don’t … [Read more…]
By Keith Bartram Creators of forgotten realms,pixies dancing on slain dragons,broken swords of past confrontations,magical dust that we breatheinto our lungs,Changing our thoughts from pureto insecure and cynicalOnly to increase our sensesto a deafening hum,Thinking of malignant plans,only to fall through the pine,onto the cold dirt below the boardsCoveted inside a velvet interior,all darkness and … [Read more…]