Author Archives: Eugene Hardy

12.27.2020

Hello. I’m remembering and sharing my earliest thoughts of suicidal tendency and attempt, in the hope that someone else can benefit from them. The earliest memory was of me taking twine and tying it to the closet pole to form a loose to hang myself — at the age of 8. I had refused toContinue reading “12.27.2020”

Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.

Three times in my life,someone has tried to mug me,only once did they take my money…. In ’88 I met an old friend fromelementary school,whom after gaining my trust,relieved of my wallet andmoney, and ripping my favoriteblack turtle neck. I called the police who madea report,then promptly did nothing. Years later at nightI walked thoseContinue reading “Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.”

But there’s no orgies….

Living alone, I want the touch of a man. But the bars are all closed, or filled with old men just having a drink. They are filled qith married couples, and no one trusts a stranger: covid makes everyone hide. But are there orgies, where everyone is certified covid free? I mean, just a fewContinue reading “But there’s no orgies….”

I never knew….a poem

Detroit, where everyone was econocally free and the towers stood proud and free, Where people could work for themselves to express their passions,and such worries a silly sitcom. Racism didn’t exist and healthcare was free. HIV wasn’t heard of because it was cured inthe 70’s likePolio in the 50’s. I visited the moontwice: on businessContinue reading “I never knew….a poem”

….through divine eyes…., a poem.

So, which is it? The chicken or the egg? Before you can observe it, what is the state of a molecule? Goddess knows, (or if you want, God), She sits back and watches not the molecule but humans to see actions and reactions. I know not what She sees, I only knows She watches me,Continue reading “….through divine eyes…., a poem.”

Enemy?

At the age 12,I ws told by mybest friendthat I was theantichrist. This frightened me,!nd made me laugh. Frightened,that I was evil,and would go hell. But I laughed, I did several things. Me the antichrist? Shoot! I couldn’t evendefend myselfagainst the neighborhoodbullies the Heislers,who made me run. And my souland spirit my own…. ….free….

11.19.2020

Been wondering how to help a certain fog slowly boiling in a pot of water. When I look at the fog, it’s eyes are glazed and far off, and it appears its consciousness is not at home. I’m the fog, along with 7.8 billion other fogs. We work, (some of us), we starve, (again, someContinue reading “11.19.2020”

Beware of the food you eat….

I love old fashioned donuts, in a hate (love) relationship with cigarettes. I don’t eat three squares a day, nor Walk nearly enough. In arrogance, I’m the mightiest sorcerers and in humility so little I cannot see me from eye of the Milky Way, It’s sight so fine, seeing everything. But what I see disturbsContinue reading “Beware of the food you eat….”

Quality, poem

To die in bed at a hundred…. …is it better even though you really never lived? sleeping behind a bush in Balboa Park or behind a bush on University? Is having never fought a battle good? Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or suburbanites being cool not serving while waving the flag. ….is it better whenContinue reading “Quality, poem”