Joey Jumpkins Eats His Scabs!

By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio

I've been going through a folder of my old writing, looking for a particular short poem to share here at OgFOMK... alas, I still haven't located it, BUT I did uncover this gem. From 2004, please enjoy...

Joey Jumpkins Eats His Scabs!

Joey Jumpkins, full of pep
Joey Jumpkins, watch your step!
Skipping down the cobblestones
Rattling your small leg bones

Joey Jumpkins, never still
Joey Jumpkins, down the hill
Tripping down the cobblestones
Scraping up your poor leg bones

Joey Jumpkins, bruised and sore
Joey Jumpkins, jump no more
Now your legs are ripe with gore!
Whatever were you running for?

Joey Jumpkins, home from school
Joey Jumpkins, is that drool?
First he nibbles, then he dabs -
Joey Jumpkins eats his scabs!

Kim unearthed a bit of gruesome rhyming poesy from ye olden year of 2004.

© Kim Breeding-Mercer / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Joey Jumpkins East His Scabs!"

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"Little Red Chairs" Slice Through A Summer Reading Slump

12 Sept. 2018 By Ghillian Porter-Smith - Bio

Reading challenges keep me anchored around a purpose when too easily my existence can revolve around school, laundry, dinner, repeat. And writing about them fills the jigsaw piece of my soul where artistic expression fights for real estate. But what to do when every book I’ve read this summer has failed to inspire? Following a personal literary scavenger hunt, I scoured my shelves for “a book about an immigrant or refugee". The Little Red Chairs by Edna O'Brien rescued my brain from sun-poached summer quick reads and told a difficult tale with rich prose, wry humor, and deep pockets of Nature's beauty, reliably a lifeline when all else falls into chaos. "On the 6th of April 2012, to commemorate the twentieth anniversary of the start of the siege of Sarajevo by Bosnian Serb forces, 11,541 red chairs were laid out in rows along the eight hundred metres of the Sarajevo high street. One empty chair for every Sarajevan killed d…

Environmentalism is for Everyone?

11. Sep. 2018 By Debbie Wall - Bio

     The following is a letter I wrote to the editor of the Winnipeg Free Press in response to an opinion piece in yesterday's edition entitled "Environmentalism is for everyone".  The author, Peter Denton, is described as an author, speaker and environmental activist.  I thought it unfortunate that he was given this platform to discuss climate change, but completely missed the boat when it comes to educating people as to what they can do in their lives to make meaningful change.
(As an aside . . . The accompanying picture shows him with a double chin, so I suspect he ain't no vegan!)
Cheers!  Debbie Wall

From: Debbie Wall
Sent: September 7, 2018 1:02 PM
To: Letters to the Editor Freep
Subject: Environmentalism is for everyone

     A large portion of Peter Denton's piece is in reference to the United Nation's Sustainable Development Goals, so it is curious that he made no mention of their report "Animal Agriculture'…

You Won't Find Us on Facebook... Anymore.

1. Sep. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

Part 1 - Weird You've been blocked. You won't find us on Facebook anymore. That's a lie. You'll find some of us, but you won't find me. Facebook is not a safe or reliable platform for collaboration. 
I was recently very disappointed about 3 weeks ago. My friend and teacher, Ajan Udom, had posted a video with me and some others talking about Buddhist Dhamma. He even called out my name so that all my Facebook peeps could see me running my mouth. My wife even liked it!
A day or two later my wife says: "Where is that video Udom put of you? I don't see it. I wanted to show someone else and it was gone." 
I checked. Not only was it gone but I could no longer see Udom's profile. I thought, "Jees! did he block me? Maybe I said something wrong? Maybe I embarrassed him?"
Fortunately Udom had asked me to use the app Line to keep up with him. I contacted him via Line and I asked him if I had done something wrong a…

Sunrise or Sunset it's Sunny Anyway

21 Aug. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

One of the best features of social media is the block. I've blocked all mention of the United States executive branch. I've unfollowed certain hate proponent views of people I love and I've dropped the friends of those who I care about but have no real relationship with.
It's the same story. Over and over. On one side it's hate laden speech and another facet is depressing self defeated drivel. I'm not better than any of this but I can't allow myself to be pulled into this mud.
You'll never find peace outside of yourself. Never. We can look for friends who feel the same and wish to encourage the same. All of us know about the bad news. Protecting our happiness promotes peace, loving kindness and a better world.
To be born human, no matter what circumstances, is the greatest gift. Your parents are to be thanked. Your essence chose those parents, circumstances, community and life. What you and I do from this day forward …

Square Peg -- Animal Mothers Tour of Grief

21. Aug. 2018 By Debbie Wall - Bio

Every year the dairy industry forces cows to endure the same "tour of grief" as experienced by a killer whale mother who stays with her dying calf.

Like all mammals, cows only produce milk to feed their young. They go through a constant cycle of being artificially inseminated followed by a nine month pregnancy, only to have their babies removed shortly after their birth. They will bellow mournfully as their calves are taken away and many will search for days looking for them. Some, after repeated pregnancies, will try to hide their babies upon being born. Purposely bred to have grotesquely large udders, cows will produce more milk than nature ever intended. So greatly does this stress their bodies they are considered "spent" only five years into a life that should normally span 20 and are then sent to their slaughter. All this so we can consume the secretions meant for the young of another species, often well into our adulthood. D…

Indefinite Length, Part 10

19. Aug. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio Indefinite Length Series Page

"Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'..."
You don't know why a Journey song is stuck in your head but you hum it. You think the glowing sigil on your palm is humming it, too, but you leave that hand in the pocket of your trench coat. Not that that's helping much; the light spills out in all directions, and you're glad that the neighborhood you're walking through is quiet, that most folks are toiling away at jobs elsewhere, or at school, or running errands on their day off. Nicer errands, probably, than yours.
In your other hand, you have your phone, and the address of your destination is pulled up on a map. You don't need to look at it. If asked, you wouldn't be able to recite the house number or street name, but the sigil is leading you there, like a game of hot and cold. You're getting warmer...
As you walk you wonder how many kids you are about to avenge. How many kid…