Hello, it’s me…your planet. I usually stay out of your politics, but things have gotten so out of hand I feel the need to communicate with you directly. My usual methods of talking to you symbolically through exploding symptoms (in the same way your body signals you with health symptoms), don’t seem to be getting … Continue reading
I’m hiking up the McDowell Mountains this morning as the sun wakes up, trying to clear my head after mistakenly watching the ugliness of the morning news. Nothing but hate, controversy, possible corruptness, childishness, you name it. Being a couple of miles east of Scottsdale, AZ, the mountains repose in peaceful tranquility except for a … Continue reading
Picture representing last night’s speech So at a time of melting glaciers and ice caps (those well-placed freezers that help keep us cool in the temperate middle), acidic and warming oceans, sea levels on the rise, coral reefs turning brittle and dying, depleted fish populations, global forest fires, dwindling fresh water supplies, unprecedented species annihilation, … Continue reading
Four or eight years from now, no matter who wins the presidency, we’ll still have the same problems in this country because, as usual, we’re not having the right conversation. Which makes me an angry voter, too. Not at immigrants or whatever other issue so many blame on ineffective government, but because I can’t … Continue reading
(this is an old post I’m replaying, because I want to…) My spiritual advisor taught me how to communicate with trees. After my first attempt didn’t go well, I confronted her. That tree you sent me to told me to get lost. She gave me a look of disdain. What did you say to upset … Continue reading
(two Buddha heads observing an abandoned Borders) A memoirist, currently being celebrated as a literary sensation, recently stated, “What’s the point,” after being asked about fiction, as if it were pointless to bother with a made up story when you could focus on the real thing, as if his life, or the self, was all … Continue reading
I’m tired of all the games played by fruit, fooling us into thinking they’re ripe. Except for bananas. Personally I get along with bananas pretty well. If only other fruits would develop spots. My main struggle is trying to determine when my fruit has had enough foreplay and is ready for action. Some seem so … Continue reading
I’ve been tempted to deprive this blog of sustenance and let it die a horribly sadistic death. It’s a thief of time, of more serious writing, and though it’s a fun creative outlet, it often feels as if it is a monument to my self-centeredness. Maybe this is just my issue, having been that vanquished … Continue reading
Glasses Before him was a cup of coffee; behind him a window and a door. His sunglasses sat on the bar near his saucer. His reflection stared back. A young couple sat in a booth by the window. He watched himself drink his coffee. He saw the couple sip theirs. He noticed how … Continue reading
This is an old story. Originally it was a flash fiction piece before being slightly expanded. I had fun with the language but it doesn’t fit in with where I am at currently, so I’m publishing it here since I’m not trying to do so elsewhere. Knowing the air around Joe had always been contaminated, … Continue reading
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