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First a road manager and back-up singer for the rock group, Cottonmouth in the mid-70's, Justice Putnam then re-emerged with the Laguna Beach Free Poets briefly, part of the Los Angeles Art/ Performance/ Poetry/ Dance/ Punk movement during the early 80's.

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Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Politics: 19 of 82

FOR THE GENERAL GOOD (Under every stone lurks a politician. - Euripides) I thought the State had no need for my services any longer. But a Certain Member of the Assembly visited a few days ago with a message from the Forum Of One Leader. "The FOOL requires your expertise," the Certain Member of the Assembly pleaded, using th...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Life: 42 of 142

from- THE LOST WAR DISPATCHES: A PUBLIC PARODY "Authentication no longer required reference to the individual who had produced them; the role of the author disappeared as an index of truthfulness and, where it remained as an inventor's name, it was merely to denote a specific theorem or proposition, a strange effect, a prope...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 188 of 576

THE TRUTH BE TOLD I would worship Your beautiful feet Massage each tired But receptive toe. I would press and knead And rub Then kiss And worship Your feet as though Your feet are The pinnacle Of Beauty Sent from Heaven And should be Exalted so. But I really Should tell you What I really Think And I really Must confess I onl...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Growing old: 7 of 21

UNPLANNED OBSOLESCENCE Roland Harris was raised to do everything; build a house, design a bridge, write a poem, cook a meal. He had competed in the Decathlon while a grad student in Physics. He was of the first generation of men who assisted in the birth of their children. He farmed and repaired the equipment. He taught Hist...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: War: 22 of 62

A DAUGHTER'S LETTER HOME 1) Dear Mama I'm writing to tell you About something that happened The other day But first I just wanted to tell you That I love you In the most Special way. No one's had A better Mama I thank you for teaching me To stand on my own I know it's been Six months since I've written You must be wonderin' ...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Beauty: 3 of 7

A Model Of Life I was interviewed once and asked about my most embarrassing moment. It wasn't my most embarrassing, but I told the story of when my friends locked me out of the car when I "Streaked" Sonoma State's Library in 1974. That story brought to mind another incident. It wasn't embarrassing, but it remains a small les...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: War: 25 of 55

THE FOUR FORTY SECOND Thomas Matsui hadn't slept for almost 46 hours. The Italians had long stopped the fight, but the Nazis kept at it. Mortar shells exploded nearby with a frightening consistency. The rocky Italian hillside bucked and rolled with each explosion. Battle has an uncanny affect on a soldier; it becomes a kind ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Moments that change your life: 108 of 222

A BAD DAY AT WORK I've had quite a few diverse jobs over the years. Making money was always secondary to playing music and writing poetry. That is not to say I only chose low-paying jobs, far from it. But I didn't judge myself from my jobs. Working was only a way to make money to make Art. Several of those jobs proved to be ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Life: 79 of 157

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME I am a 52 year old broken down athlete, suffering the ills of society in the SF Bay Area, while basking in the unholy glow of self-interest. I am living Neruda's dictum that the Poet is both a Force for Solidarity and for Solitude. I began my writing "career" in earnest during my twenties, though I ha...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Protest: 16 of 31

NO ONE REALLY KNOWS HIM 1) There's a slow train rollin' It's blowin' around the bend And there's a flag-draped coffin In the last car of that rollin' train. (Refrain): No one really knows him Except maybe his comrades in arms And the few people who loved him Who live near the hills of the setting sun 2) He had a young wife a...