Monthly Archives: June 2024

The cosmos is an old canvas sack slung behind the Creators back as She slogs through undeveloped space thinking, “Location! Location! Location!” Wondering which plot in the universe She will develop next, way out there, somewhere. This ceaseless speculation tires … Continue reading →

We ignore, by conscious choice, the ordinary drama around us and never learn the life or death of it. like the hawk perching on a branch of a Long Needle Pine high above the seed and suet holders and the … Continue reading →

The acorns in the oak trees are meals for squirrels. But the green leaves that fall in Spring, bitten from their stems by those gluttonous rats with fur are the collateral damage on which squirrel- survival depends. Innocent green leaves … Continue reading →

Appropriately, Autumn’s leaves in reds, yellows, browns, blanket the earth in a timely death when all is as it should be. Waiting winters crystal coffin to hold Mother’s sleep, Her shroud, white and frozen for the season. But, now I … Continue reading →

There’s nothing so easy as dropping something. A fork under the table. A vitamin pill into the corner behind the toilet seat. A sock under your bed when you’re just about finished folding your wash. It’s just a matter of … Continue reading →

…so I asked Doc. Jim if I was gonna die, (my periodic A-fib becoming more periodical and painful) and he chuckled. “We’re all going to die”, he commiserated. And I knew, since I had phrased it, it was a stupid … Continue reading →

“To see” is to exercise your eyes. “To invision” is to exercise your soul. “To enlighten” is to offer your vision to the world so the world can verify or debunk. For it is crucial to remember, The Feurher had … Continue reading →

God? Help those imprisoned by malicious men, for whom mercy means only nothing and meting out blood and murder means every thing Who manufacture hells and who, like Dante’s demonic fiends, toss all innocence, pitchfork all humanities freedoms into the … Continue reading →

At dawn, the dark hole opens before me, slowly, as it would in any grave dug in stoney ground. But there are no pall bearers to haul me. (Only in my mind, if I decide), and so with all my … Continue reading →

These are the tender mercies given me by our Mother-Father-God as years accumulate and my body disintegrates: The, sometimes gentle, extra defibulations of my heart: The added pains of morning start and the diminishment of other risings so long enjoyed: … Continue reading →