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Month: August, 2011

I Like You Do You Like Me?

Hello friend,

Just a quick note to say thank you for visiting my humble abode.  My greatest hope is that your time spent here is well compensated with enjoyment.  If you are a fan of sci-fi, fantasy, folktales or the myriad other vehicles of fantastical imagination, please check out The Days and Nights of NellyMas or Hidden Cities pages located at the top of the blog.  If you know anybody that hungers for such things I would be in a state of great gratitude if you sent them my way, the way of Pat Coughlin’s Blog. 

Now that that unpleasantness is over (Could I be more presumptuous? Hey help me out a little more, please! Jeesh!), let me say I hope all is going very well with your exceedingly fine person as well as your loved ones.  All is well in the land of Pat Coughlin, that is to say, my land.  I’ve been a little restless or something lately and working on this here blog has been working out pretty well to relieve that so again, thank you for your participation, it means a lot! But if you’re not diggin’ it, don’t hang out out of pity!  Ahhh who am I kidding?  You love it!  How could you not? It’s so great I just don’t know what to say!  I mean, YOU”RE so great! Contemplate peach pit good fortune plate….ahhh, I’m startin’ to Shim Shoy out here, so I’m wrapping it up! Shtoobidup, smiddle…

Enjoy the rest of your day! 

Your Friend,

Pat Coughlin


The Fox Of Chicago – A Shim Shoy Folktale

A Chinese Fox ended up in Chicago of all places

in a boat as it happens

and she never left land since

a very long time ago

The time she had spent on the boat that had brought her

was long long and long

She grew old on that boat

and as everyone knows

the older a chinese fox grows the better the tricks she knows

In those early times

those first few years

she spent much of her time


as an alleycat among the alleycats of Chicago

so different than the cats of china

she was able to get along quite well with them

In the lonely yearning evenings

she would take the form of human beauty

and drink wine all night

served to her by total strangers suddenly posessed of total willingness

and if she went home with them for passion

she would take a little of their life in exchange

no more than a year

perhaps two

She did not want to fall into old bad habits

and she didn’t and she hasn’t

And when they did die, down the line

they went with a smile

an unspoken part of the deal, you know

She fell in love with a man, however

and so of course he was drained to his early joyous death

and she swore she would never love again

She started walking the city in the shape of an old man

and in this shape she became what the humans call “rich”

She bought a vast parcel of forestland

away from the city

and in the night’s middle

built her house little

deep in the heart of her forest

She became friends with the American Mole, who is the

greatest conversationalist of all American animals

She would still go to the city nights

always in a different form and she got older and older and the human

shapes she took  grew more and more sublime in their beauty

She became an artful conversationalist herself from all her time spent talking

with the philosophical moles and she became one of those rare secretly famous

for she had taken the habit of showing her tail for a split second,

whatever form she took

A creature of legend, the Fox of Chicago

One night she had an eager young artist by the chin and she flashed her tail

A girl noticed the fiery tail flashing from her bottom

and as her old Chinese Grandmother had told her of foxes, she shouted

“Look out she’s a fox!”

The Fox looked at the girl and said,

“After all these years I have been found out

Now there is nothing but dust to turn into”

And she fell into herself as dust

and the dust blew away

into the lonely yearning night

But don’t be sad, it was just the trick of an old Fox.

Thank You

3 Short Shimmers for your Shunday Shoy

Sound thy horn

summon the close shimshorn

look to the sky


as you surmise

the look to keep in your eyes

is one of astonishment

Shim Shoy


That Man shuffles in a state of mindblown unsettlement

for someone to walk around so

wide eyed and shocked so

suggest that wonder remains

So the remains of wonder ARE scattered about!

Hidden here and there growing

Shim Shoy


Gleen, glon, gloin goo

Feel, the Shoy Shoo

Gleen, glon,  gloin goo

Heedaglobba Hoobaskotta skee

Shim Shoy

Jim Shoy

I Shim here

I Shoy there

Shimming on Wall Street

Shoying down by the docks

A Shim Shoy Businessman

am I

Jim Shoy!

Guest Shim Shoy by James Sienko II AKA The TinyCakes!  Thank You Jim!

More Shim Shoy For You

There is in your head

Your water tower head

a school of fishies

granting wishies

with all the swishies of their tails

partners with gravity

filling the tub

filling the cavity

and so much for so much for so much of so mooch o mo

I bite my tongue

There is in your head

of the elevated train

of the buried harried never got married

elevated train head

many strange inscrutables


it’s all okay

if you prefers to Shim Shoy them away

and transfer to the mundane metra

where abounds mucho moustache

mouthing mishmash

who needs it? who wants it?

some people

Dun dun diddle doo dun dun diddle dee

dun dun diddle doo dee

Shim to you

Shoy to me

The Shim of us

The Shoy of we

riding in the elevated water tower train coursing over the flows and frequencies of apparent worlds and hidden cities

Shiiiim Shoooooooooooyyyyyyy!

Shimla Shoyla

But what if I have to

frazzle the Razzler

dashing to untoward salamander shmorgasbords

hard to cook you may be sure

a lizard blooded lava pure

the absence of  purpose such a notion might service

tells me it’s real

I Bite my tongue

The salamander speaks

I love a white moth

when the wings flash off

in the red glowing air

Shim Shoy

Shim’n and Shoy’n

Loyin sproin

read my moin

goolagoggin over slew

take a hungry swimmin stew

innefective life jacket made of a giant oyster cracker with armin legholes

but Auntie Boody slaved over hot stoves to make it for you

and now it’s reduced to a fine fine goo

fit only for filling in the cracks around the gingerbread rocket to the

to the

to the

outer pastry zones

where the Red Velvet layers in the Green Velvet layers in the Spice Velvet

and your tastebuds transfigure into thousands of tiny eyes and you have to

stick your tongue way out to get a good look around

Shim Shoy

Meet Greene Vardim Black

For your consideration,  I present to you the story of the sonambulic sorceror Greene Vardim Black, in the Hidden Cities Page at the top of the blog!  Thank You.

What’s up with this BLOG?

Here’s what’s up with this BLOG.  Pat Coughlin (me) is a guy that likes to come up with a lot of imaginary people in imaginary places, generally having adventures or living lives of otherwise abnormal dramatismoy.  Over the years since it all really got goin’, a full on storybook realized itself in the physical world, known, as it’s main focus and our good friend are known, as Squire Errant.

Squire Errant is the story of a man known as the Silver Knight, a greatly celebrated hero in a world that has forgotten such a person might exist.  Although he is a supreme fighter, and invincible in his silver armor, he is secretly a shameful coward.  He shares this secret only with his hypnotist, who is also his young squire and emotional punching bag.  One fine day the Squire decides he’s had enough of that shit and they go their seperate ways.  Then…

If you would like to read some of Squire Errant, please subscribe and say so in the comment box! 

Squire Errant established The MacroCosmic Monomyth, a supercolony story tree organism growing into our world, featuring many imaginary people with fascinating, unusual, exciting, dangerous lives.  Perhaps one of the most facinating, unusual, exciting and dangerous of these is the life of Vehn Rous, called The Mouse.  Half noble fighting man and half wandering Tinker, the circuitous path of Vehn Rous’  life experience courses through every aspect of the MacroCosmic MonoMyth and touches on countless of the storylives that incubate and grow within it, including, of course, the Silver Knight and Squire errant, as can be experienced in The Days and Nights of Nellymas. 

If you would like to read about Vehn Rous, please subscribe and say so in the comment box!

SHIM SHOY!  Funner than regular poetry!  Shim Shoy poems and folktales will appear on Pat Coughlin’s Blog regardless of your refusal to subscribe, so why not just subscribe and get some soul-delicious random Shim Shoy sent your way every once in a while?

Somewhere between The MacroCosmic MonoMyth and Shim Shoy we find some stories called The Mannersword and Hidden Cities.   The Mannersword, featuring long walking Boose Walksler, who is a girl or a boy depending on who’s reading it,  can be checked out at the blog of the same name, right next door to this one. 

Hidden Cities features the stories of Greene Vardim Black, he of the empty head, a blank slate sort of young fellow who comes to live with his Magician Uncle in the Hidden City of Chicago, as well as those intriguingly unusual individuals that become his friends and enemies and lovers.   

I’ll be posting some Greene Vardim Black for sure, but if you want it quicker, please subscribe and comment thusly!  Your wish is my command! 

Keep in mind the utter awesomeness featured at Pat Coughlin’s Blog, and please enjoy the rest of your day!

Thank You and Shim Shoy!

Time for Shim Shoy

Hammered metal and wind

That’s the


Forces at work here

And a big loping lumbering shaggy

Guru gorilla mind too

Skoodly-oo-skloo to you too

With O’s that look like eyes cause

they got pupils

Not pupils like at optometry school

Pupils like in a pupa’s peepers

Pupas love this world of change

You would too if you were aptly called a grub

Nothing happens in the other zones

Best Bee right hee in the middee

Don’t even bother chaining the

maze-block floater

The long walker will be along anytime to unbind and you will then hear

the loudest sound you’ll ever hear

so don’t sneer

at my clear-making for your half-a-bee

Continue in that vein and you’ll never have more than half-honey

which still tastes pretty good to humans

 Shim Shoy!

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