News came in handwritten letters that arrived a month after they had been written. And each stroke of the pen had thought behind it. Not like typing. Not like posting on social media.
It’s just all so repetitive, all so sickening, all so backwards. Hate is always propaganda and propaganda is always hate, and power corrupts absolutely.
On this day, November 4, 2020, I am vacillating, so shook up, my limbs are vibrating. The polls have been closed for less than a day, and our fractured alliance of states are counting ballots at wildly different rates
The news dwells gleefully on the craven con men, parsing nonsensical pronouncements from on high…
and she will blink, my familiar
This is my room now. I need to empty it. All those words in all those diaries and all those stories like refrigerator magnets and puzzles they break apart like un-diagrammable sentences Crowding the room with random utterances Piling up like walls of word matter newspaper strips coated in wheat paste, clinging to this balloonContinue reading “This is my room now”
Michael Caputo, HHS, recommends, for mental health, to listen to the Grateful Dead. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
My favorite flower is white ginger.It has delicate white blossoms that pack a wallop of a scent. When woven into a lei, the wearer can sit next to the hygienically challenged and not even know it – like a halo of perfumed drapery, wear it near your nose, you will not be sorry. My favorite HawaiianContinue reading “White Ginger Breath”
These new pets that live in our backyard and sometimes in my office – they’re photobombing my Zoom Room, and we all love it. Offices in stalwart buildings would never allow that. The Gingers play in a Quarantine Quarry, jumping from rock precipices, allowing themselves to be momentarily captured for snuggles. Something carried in myContinue reading “Quarantine Quarry”
Heavy ham fisted sleight of hand Asked to unsee the visible See the unseen The vapid magician elicits oohs and aahs from the willfully ignorant Governance is a tawdry sham Over-coiffed Under-principled He is stealing you blind And you lap it up in the darkness and hear only lies. Prestidigitation Nation It’s ripe, pick it.Continue reading “The Vapid Magician”