The proof is in the pudding. Point out something that is being done today that is part of a plan. Let me know when you are ready to talk (or point). I contend that life is a journey from mistake to mistake. Can you imagine if it was a journey from success to success? (Cue … More Nothing is Impossible. I call Bullshit. Everything is Impossible.
Vague enough to be true. Thoughts from the Seiza bench. I have discovered an online fun toy, a new age, bullshit generator. You can read my choices that are included in italics and in between goodbye notes. We exist as frequencies. Synchronicity requires exploration. Today, science tells us that the essence of nature is choice. … More GOODBYE NOTES PART SEIS. Also: VAGUE ENOUGH TO BE TRUE.
I sat out this afternoon. The house was almost too warm so I moved myself, coffee, notebook, book of poetry, smaht phone, and ink pen to the tiny deck on the south side of the house. The sun was gone past so it was shining only on part of the deck and my plastic fake … More The Heat Wave, and I Wave “Hasta Luego”
Inspired by a look-up of “marcusean”. Capitalism, industrialization, and consumerism run like rivers swollen with storm water overflowing their banks. The spillage and flooding into the surrounding plains are easily identified with flea markets, yard sales, and landfills, the delight of future anthropologists. The people, the communities, attached garages, and storage closets are the back-rivers … More Stresses are Cumulative
Here is a photo of a short story I wrote for this blog in February of 2016. I found these pages tucked inside the front cover of Billie Urabazo’s book, “Now and Again”. The full title is, “Maintenant et de Nouveau; Now and Again”. You must look for it. It is a clever publication of … More So Much Fun! (I’m easily entertained.)
WE ARE ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE In case you didn’t notice, we are all uphill as well. Sitting outside and seeing with the only eyes I have the way parts of the earth are put together. I see that the roadside flowers that have infiltrated my perennial garden are demonstrating their artistic worth. A … More We Are All On Top Of The World!
HORSES AND BOATS I’ve had two experiences that feel the same. I’ve been out in the ocean alone riding through waves at night in a rubber raft with an outboard motor. I was riding up the waves that travelled toward me and under me and rushed on toward a distant shore. In between the waves … More Horses and Boats
THE 4TH OF JULY (fucking yay) It is the fourth and it is after dark, after nine P.M. I sit and listen to explosions from the Harbor and the noise reverberates around the hills and up the rivers and off the islands and boats filled with glassy-eyed people taking it all in. What is the … More My Annual Rage Against The Celebration of Fictitious Patriotism. Always posted on the 3rd of July to beat the crowd.
Two instances this A.M. regarding how words come into being. Not words per se. Words formed in ways and uttered to define new or improved life styles. Words that I still key on in my mind to the ways they were used when I was a living, breathing man of the world. In the first … More Pour Over? Just a cup of joe please.
Yesterday I completed co-facilitating an Alternatives to Violence, AVP, workshop in Maine State Prison. It was a Basic workshop using two brand new inside facilitator apprentices. You can go to http://www.avpusa.org to get an idea of how this process works. Worth a look-see. After the workshop I come home and undress, put on pajama bottoms … More Marking Our Own Trails
Playing Fair and Being Kind 