BJ Neblett - Author
"Planet Alt-Sete-Nine: Princess Haylee is an exciting follow-up that seamlessly intertwines Haylee's journey of self-discovery and the repercussions for those she left behind." KJ McPike author of the Souls Untethered Saga
Friday, June 3, 2022
Free Art Show Featuring My Custom Built And Art Guitars And More June 10th by BJ Neblett
Saturday, March 19, 2022
Perfection by BJ Neblett
Ever talk yourself out of something?
Perfection
by BJ Neblett
© 2009, 2022
Oh, there she is! Man, she’s so beautiful. Just look at her. Look at the way the sun reflects off her long golden hair. Like a halo. Why not? I mean, she is an angel!
She
has such an incredible body: trim, strong, athletic, but very feminine. She’s
just the right size, too. That cute, pert nose is at perfect kissing height.
Especially in those sexy boots! Mmmmmm… we’d fit together like spoons!
But
it’s her eyes… those incredible, mystical eyes, so perfectly blue. I can tell
even from here. And they’re so darkly mysterious. What secrets lay hidden
behind those lush sapphires of yours?
I
wish those eyes would look my way… just once. But what would I say to her?
Hello,
angel.
No,
you idiot, that’s so stupid!
But
I’d think of something. It wouldn’t matter what, she’d respond. Of course, she
would, she’s always talking to someone.
Oh,
what a sexy mouth! With the sweetest cherry lips, it’s so dainty and kissable…
if she ever stopped talking.
Hummm…
how come I never noticed that before? She does seem to talk quite a bit. I hope
she’s not one of those women who talk all of the time. But it’d be worth it.
I
just know she has the cutest, softest voice. Still, some women do talk a lot.
But she’d find me a great listener. And I’d do everything right… everything
women want men to do: romantic evenings; fine dining; the theatre. I’d even sit
through a chick flick with her.
As
long as she didn’t yak during the whole picture.
I’m
gonna do it! I’m gonna walk right over there and say, “Hello.”
Just
as soon as she stops talking.
No
need to be rude.
What
was that?
Was
that her laughing? It sounded like a hog rooting! It must have been that dorky
guy next to her. I knew a woman who laughed that way. It was embarrassing.
It
couldn’t have been her.
I’ll
just wait here a minute.
Is
that a Fendi Purse? It is… wow, that purse cost more than I make in a week!
What kind of woman has a purse that expensive and rides the bus?
Porsche
in the garage there beautiful?
He
he he… then again, look at her clothes. She’s always so stylishly dressed, and
made up to perfection; so cute without a hair out of place.
I’ll
bet she follows the high fashion magazines. You know the type: Gucci; Versachi;
purple martinis in the trendiest clubs, one of the beautiful people.
She’s definitely high maintenance. They make me sick with their perfect cars;
perfect jobs; perfect clothes; perfect hair, and trendy cell phones, always
texting somebody, updating their Facebook. And Tick Tock, of course! What do
people see in that?
She
probably wouldn’t give me the time of day.
But
she’s oh so pretty!
Gee…
when she turned I thought I saw dark roots in her hair. It could just be the
sun…
…
maybe she dyes it. She’s probably not a blonde at all.
I
hate fake people…
…
even the gorgeous ones.
I’ll
bet she’s got fifty guys on a string. She’s probably not into relationships,
feels she’s too good for just one man. People like that are shallow… shallow
and insincere. She probably got where she is on her looks.
Her
looks… ha! That’s a laugh: a bottle blonde with fake nails; false eyes lashes;
tinted contacts, and a knock-off Fendi.
I
wonder how much that stuck-up nose of hers cost. Got a sugar daddy stashed
somewhere, do ya, baby?
And
you want to date me?
I
don’t think so, honey.
I’ll
show her, I’ll just wait here for the next bus…
…
but she’s so beautiful!
Saturday, February 12, 2022
Bumped His head When He Went To Bed by BJ Neblett
Been kinda wet here in the great northwest lately, more so than usual. Here's a little something I came up with upon returning to Seattle.
Bumped
His Head When He Went To Bed (A Seattle Primer)
BJ Neblett
© 2009, 2022
Rain poured down the day
I arrived. Big deal you say, it rains all the time in
In
1958, an unusually wet summer dampened my school vacation and washed out nearly
a quarter of the Philadelphia Phillies home schedule. Despite the rain, Richie
Ashburn had a career-making season, leading the league in several categories. The
next year went dry and so did Ashburn and the Phillies. Then he retired.
The
main difference in
South
Florida (more than 60 inches) has much the same routine as
Everyone
knows about
Nearly
every day you can wake up to overcast skies and a light mist or drizzle. By
late morning the front has moved on and the sun coyly reveals itself. It’s
great for hangovers, easing you into the pain. I think it’s where Carly Simon
came up with the line …clouds in my
coffee/.
Considering
the northern latitude, the shy sun doesn’t hang around very long in
That
doesn’t mean the Great Northwest never gets wet. Sometimes it comes down so
hard Saint Swithin would feel at home. Some days you feel like building an ark.
Overcast and gloomy, it’s the number of days leaving your headlights on in the
office parking lot category where
The
natives like it like that. No fooling. The web-footed denizens of the area are
proud of their reputation for wet weather. They perpetuate and encourage the
stories, and why not? It kept them nice and secluded for decades. Lewis and
Clark heard about the rain, turned southwest, and wintered in
Once,
if you asked the average American to locate
Then
came the ‘80’s, and Reganomics, and greed is good, and the “me” generation.
Somebody spilled the coffee beans. Astute investors in
By
the time the smoke cleared in the ‘90’s the damage had been done; in more ways
than one. The rest of the country was wise to the fact that
Yes,
Hippies. Ok, maybe not half a million, but the largest aggregation since
Woodstock.
You
remember the Delphian 60’s and the corybantic 70’s, right? Well, if you do you
probably weren’t doing it right. But you know what I mean: long hair, sandals,
beads (and that was just the males); blacklight posters, candles, incense;
peace, love, and recreational chemicals. In 1977, at the first appearance of
lighted dance floors and platform shoes; with thumpus uninteruptus
echoing in their foggy brains, the entire Hippie population of the
You
wondered what happened to the Hippies, didn’t you? They’re all here, lock,
stock, and New Age bookstores. You don’t have to look too hard either: that
bearded guy serving you your double tall skinny mocha; the girl with the pretty
blonde hair and large natural melons. The great damp northwest and the counter
culture generation are a common-law marriage made in heaven. The area is
perfect for them to grow their organic…crops.
So,
the next time someone tells you about rainy
And
don’t go for the lines about earthquakes either!
Seattle,
WA
August,
2009