Jim Landwehr enjoys writing creative non-fiction, fiction, and poetry. His poetry collection, Written Life, will be released by eLectio Publishing on March 31st, 2015. His first book, Dirty Shirt: A Boundary Waters Memoir was published by eLectio Publishing in June of 2014. He has non-fiction stories published in Neutrons/Protons, Parody Magazine, Boundary Waters Journal, Forge Journal and MidWest Outdoors Magazine. His poetry has been featured in Verse Wisconsin, Torrid Literature Journal, Echoes Poetry Journal, Wisconsin People and Ideas Magazine, the Wisconsin Poets Calendar, Off the Coast Poetry Journal, and many others. Jim lives and works in Waukesha, Wisconsin with his wife Donna, and their two children Sarah and Ben.
We race and chase and push
and shove and text and dial and shout
and schmooze and spend and splurge
to get things that make us more in our own eyes.
Then we cook and shop and boil and bake
and gulp and chomp and burp and slurp
and sip and guzzle and grind and swallow
to taste the goodness of life before us.
Then we play and work and wander
and drive and bike and walk
and run and rush and ride
to get us out of here and now.
Then we retire and relax and regurgitate
and reminisce and rejoice and remember,
and reflect and repeat and recall
all of the things we might have done.
Then we get old and slow and feeble
and deaf and opinionated and cranky
and stubborn and sick and tired
and die knowing life was complete.
Sign Here, Here and Here
The Office of Unintended Government Bureaucracy
specializes in not- quite-forward thinking.
It is certainly not leading-edge
more like trailing edge.
It requires forms, signatures and authorizations,
user fees, legal counsel, and clearances,
carbon copies, statements of intent, and affadavits,
proof of identification, ten day waiting periods, written permission,
birth certificates, proofs of residency, death certificates,
appeals, certifications, notary public witness,
and even letters from other government bureaucrats.
Telling folks what they can do
often means telling them more things they cannot do.
The most curious thing though,
is how anything gets done at all.
Whatever happened to
pet rocks, disco and sideburns,
Un-Candles and mood rings,
the harvest gold stove and avocado fridge,
eight track tapes and pimp mobiles,
afros and bell bottoms and Walter Cronkite,
Superfly, Shaft, and Charlies Angels,
TV’s with knobs, dials and antennas,
Gremlins, Pintos, Matadors, and Pacers,
record players that required intervention,
Tab, Cyclemates and Red Dye #2?
I guess they faded away with Nixon and Ford
Sonny and Cher and Sanford and Son,
Tom and Jerry and Captain and Tennille.
Or imploded like Derek and the Dominoes
or the Bay City Rollers,
closed tightly like the Doors without Jim.
Were discarded like Carnation Breakfast Squares,
Oompas and penny candy,
Olympia beer and CB radios.
Cast aside like Dark Shadows,
Laugh In, rotary phones,
and Chico and the Man.
Yes, the seventies are gone
and we’ve no one to thank but ourselves.