I want to wish all of my fellow Wordsmokers a very healthy, happy, and prosperous 2010! I’d also like to thank the redoubtable ChillbearLatrigue for covering the Smokies duty for me while I was on a sensitive assignment to secure passage of health care reform legislation. Our schedule will likely be altered again later this month while Chillbear is here conducting background checks on partying with the New York Wordsmoker contingent.

Priests do
number two.
Or, to wit:
Holy shit.

A cabal consisting of the Clinton-Bush drug cartel, Zionist gun control zealots, and agents of the Rothschild-backed, CIA-supported New World Order has infiltrated Wordsmoker and conspired to have me share Smokie duties with ChillBearLatrigue.  For now, we’re planning on alternating weeks, but we’ll adjust the schedule as our workloads dictate.  For instance, I’ll cover for CBL if he needs to appear in front of a grand jury as the star witness who will blow the lid off the clandestine food porn ring being run out of the otherwise unassuming Police Property Clerk’s office where he works.

Somewhere, here

amidst the stacked stories of stores and storerooms,

the fenestrations and crenellations

and lighted spires and taut electrical wires,

the empty, pockmarked streets

and storefronts selling sweets,

the night-blanketed buildings and hearth-warmed homes,

and churches with their hardened domes -

somewhere, here, a friend resides;

a friend to take in all asides

and interludes, and sleepy moods,

and various vicissitudes

you’d care to share.

Now settling in: a coldened air.

So sleep,

dear friend,

friend fair.

- Aaron Altman