Friends

I am very fortunate to have the friends I have. I am especially fortunate to have a friend like my friend Susan. Last night I was feeling very down. I am a bit overwhelmed with packing. Instead of causing me to frantically pack, it causes me to get even less done. I know it will get done, but right now I’m feeling overwhelmed. I also have a neighbor that lives below me who I have always tried to be friendly with who has turned against me and has been harassing me about everything she can. She’d been taking advantage of my kindness, and when she found out I was moving she has become increasingly more hateful to me. I am actually scared of what she might do. Add to that, the administrative assistant at the museum has decided she will only do what helps our director and refuses to do anything for me or my fellow curator. She’s supposed to be the museum’s administrative assistant not just the director’s. So after all these things coming down on me last night, I just wanted to cry. It had been an increasingly difficult day. It was nice to be able to talk to Susan and be able to tell her my woes. Just talking to her helped so much. I felt so much better afterwards. I am lucky to have the friends that I have. I hope that all of you have that person or persons who you can turn to in your time of need.


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Hot Tub

Hot Tub
Miguel Murphy

A tryst.
That ends
in a nightly dose.

A contradiction,
emptiness
refused by starlight,

the dark
enflamed with error.
Tell me again

what crime you are
so guilty of?
The hot tub,

26 Seconal—
the moon
like ejaculate.

Delicate.
Poor
Barlow,

you felt
so alone;
you were

the only queer.
January 1, 1951.
In the semantics of

your translation
you intend, in Náhuatl
a long while,

to abandon
your cadaver.
There.

About This Poem
“Robert Barlow, aged 16, was either the 43-year old H. P. Lovecraft’s lover for a summer in 1934, or just his disappointed protégé, who in his own middle years would overdose on Seconal after a student threatened to expose him for being that medical monster of the age, a homosexual. The diagnosis, the name of the disease. In 2019, I sit in my hot tub, but the freedoms of this era feel illusory. A single pill a night makes a frightening plague a kind of historical footnote. Such starlight. The backside of the century.”
Miguel Murphy


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Packing

I will be spending the week packing, and I still have to work during the day. I have to teach several classes this week. I did some packing this weekend, but I didn’t get as far as I’d hoped. I hate packing. I don’t know of anyone who actually does like packing. I will get it done. I have to. The movers will be here next Monday. I can’t wait to get moved. I’m so looking forward to my new apartment. However, there is still so much to do. It’s a bit overwhelming.


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Endurance Is


For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise. (KJV) ( Hebrews 10:36 ) 

How do you handle unsolicited criticism? Does your pride get hurt after you’ve done your best and still are scoffed at? How do you handle criticism from other Christians for doing the will of God? Yes, it’s difficult. But you need to carry on with a patient endurance. This endurance you can surely draw from your faith to overcome any criticism. 


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Moment of Zen: Pineapple


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