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By Raymond Bechard

Excerpted with permission from “How to Lose a Woman Forever” on The Good Men Project

Raymond Bechard summarizes Travis McGee’s views on women into 22 rules to losing the love of your life forever.

Only a woman of pride, complexity and emotional tension is genuinely worth the act of love, and there are only two ways to get yourself one of them. Either you lie, and stain the relationship with your own sense of guile, or you accept the involvement, the emotional responsibility, the permanence she must by nature crave. I love you can be said only two ways.

Travis McGee, The Deep Blue Good-By, 1964

1. Don’t protect her.

She’s a big girl. There’s no reason to help her feel safe in the way she needs to feel safe. There are no guarantees in life so it’s not rational to expect security in relationships. (And nothing…

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days i walk though dazed, dazzled, drunk on blueness over my head

these are days i walk though
dazed, dazzled, drunk
on blueness over my head
echoing light like returned kisses,
when color
forms a fist and punches daylight
so hard it brings up bruises
in flaming leaves

Fall color is not gentle.  it shouts
wake up and see.  it is
assault, unprovoked
ringing ears with the force of the hit.
so much color is in the violence
of trees dying, unreported
& no charges pressed
against winter, even with fingerprints
of early frost etched on leaves
& grass.

name it heavy dew if you must
but I have seen ghost grass
silvered in moonlight as I walk
& stars tell the hours.  cold is coming
in a whisper threaded through owl calls
and my breath rising in mist,
even as night throbs between us
something promised 
but still unrealized.

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Oh–I wanna live THERE!

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The Hunt House, on Fire Island, by architect Andrew Geller / photograph by Nina Leen

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why i stop at two

i learned once (or twice)
judgment can be rolled into a ball
& slipped into a back pocket
ignored for the time being
& for me teeters on a balance
between
that third glass of wine
& the fourth
before i’m up for anything suggested

and that falling just
slightly off kilter
might lead to dancing
on the roof
cheering on fools
that are bobbing for apples
in the toilet
& deciding every poet
should try acid
once
& wind up momentarily lost
in the supermarket
like little kids do,
looking for my mother
among all those aisles of things
boxes i have lost the ability to read
& then racing shopping carts
through a parking lot
at 3 a.m.

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September Heights: Meadow

the woods brush field edges
threaded with cornstalks–no room
for meadows here.

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NEEDS TO BE SAID. NEEDS TO BE READ. Crap, I sound like Dr. Seuss. Read this, please.

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I don’t wish to offend with this bit, but anger is as anger sees it.  I respect people’s right to speak.  I respect my own to respond.  This is written in response to a blogger on WordPress, who I thought I might actually name here but won’t.  There’s little point.

 

Old White Man Hating on Stuff

 

Hey old white guy, I heard

You won’t write a book about Islam

Because maniacs may come and get you

Well I heard and I thought

About maniacs and massacres

But all I could really do

Is think about you

 

You said Muslims are strange

Their god is ungodly

You say they don’t smile

They have no music or culture

Because Lady Gaga is Mozart right

And Fear Factor is epic tv

They lack art and can’t inspire imagination?

You said that?  Maybe

Behind your computer think you’re tough

Must…

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I feel your words

I feel your words

shaking as the world did
when it was made

shaping mountains
and valleys
oceans cooling to a simmer

with then
the unexpected gentleness
of rain

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