What is your mission? Yesterday I was thinking that people who have a green way of living will always just be green but if you start off yellow in life and become more green over time you could wind up being blue one day. If yellow is cowardice then how does blue become more magnificent … Continue reading Fortitude Over Uniformity
How are you creative? I don’t know. I don’t fall out of my chair any more!? I recline and use my thumb to poke out my thoughts instead of using my thoughts to say that I’m dumb. When I do speak I speak wisdom like a child instead of poke fun at other adults for … Continue reading Graduated Elf
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, we are mites captured at high resolution stuck on the lashes of a sleeping beauty who never wakes again for us to hide our ugliness.
And so I will say it again. “God blast it.” There is no stronger exclamation needed to emphasize more the severity of any statement as a threat against humanity to end all suffering when stubbing your toe can be forgiven by biting your tongue, knowing it will happen again.
I sang in my dreams this morning, that’s right. I sang really well. I sang a song so this story I could tell. I dreamed three phases of transition to avoid waking up in hell. I, a human, was swimming in the belly of a large marlin, lucky to be the size of a minnow, … Continue reading Inside the Catch
Floating in an unknown and ineffable chemical compound somewhere between oil and water, between here and Andromeda, that slips off the body more than it sticks, uncontainable, dense enough to swell and splash but too thin to pool, too thick to freeze, both dark and light, old and new, hot and cold, suffocating like hot … Continue reading Density
What are your feelings about eating meat? If meat is murder then why do I like it so much? Because I don’t have to do the butchering there is a disconnect between what is tasteful and what is real. There is a real possibility that because I can send something to the slaughter then sit … Continue reading Free From The Table
What podcasts are you listening to? Originally posted on October 15th, 2019. I could sit here and listen to a podcast where people discuss AI or ancient civilization but the more I listen the more I understand how science and God are connected which traditionally goes against some moral coding, so I will continue to … Continue reading The Lure of Podcasts
As I beat my head against this wall perhaps I should think how stupid I would look if it were an imaginary wall and the effect was imaginary relief because any relief I receive from beating my head against the wall is imaginary and the effect is really stupid.
A long time ago, before this instant, I asked to be forgiven for saying “ blow it all up” at a moment that could be mistaken as prayer unless anyone was listening to my words before my foul mouth would reach God's own ears. But now I’m writing “blow it all up” with no apologies … Continue reading …we have a problem.
What would you do if you lost all your possessions? I will rejoice in the wind at the seaside while it cools me from the blazing sun that dries my well fed body after taking a deep plunge into icy water that takes my breath away. The opposite way I feel when my stuffy car … Continue reading Keep Me Out Of The Sun
A pedestrian attempts to slip a coat over his lofty outstretched arms as a train passes by carrying oranges from Florida that will never be squeezed because there is a war going on inside his head. Right now he’s fighting for sanity over the size of the coat and not being able to bring down … Continue reading The Writer Walks Alone
Where did your name come from? I used to go around for years, even as early as a month ago, saying Erich is right after Enoch in the genealogy portion of the Old Testament. I learned a few minutes ago from “ye old AI” that it is indeed false. I’m not sure what I did … Continue reading Know Thy Name
What do you love about where you live? I love frogs and crickets. I love wind and cool air. I love when the stars come out of hiding from everywhere. I love the taste of apples. I love the smell of leaves. I love when the sun goes down even over trees. I love shade … Continue reading Lakeland
There, in an alternate universe, I am a giant. I use tree trunks to pick wild game from my teeth. I eat whole herds by the handful that I roast by tossing towards the sun then open my mouth quickly to catch them like I catch peanuts here, in the universe of shrews, bugs, and … Continue reading The Alternative To Growth
Describe your life in an alternate universe. I’d be a shrew with no insects, worms, or fruit around who washes nuts off in a pool of algae that never gets them clean enough to eat. I would spend the rest of my days slurping the algae, never finding out that salt from the ocean goes … Continue reading A Shrewd Comment
Put this line to the test. See if your eyes move fast enough side to side to get to the next line before scrolling to the end of the page to see how much precious time it will take to finish. See if the words move fast enough from left to right to keep your … Continue reading This Is A Test Of The Mobile Variety.
What are your future travel plans? There is a town I used to live, Where I nearly lost my mind. I took a chance on leaving there To a place I’d never find. Once unbound, I found my heart Was truly what I left. I took a chance on going back To where my mind … Continue reading The End of the Road
Frank returned, not with a tick or a tock, but with awareness - a pulse, slow and steady, that pulled time inward like gravity into a black hole of meaning. Frank had been watching all along. There were no hands on Frank’s face. There never were. There were eyes - two microscopic irises built into … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 6
Eric is falling out of step with his PC (personal companion). It has memorized every phrase ever written and can take any piece of literature, science, theology or record and design a new way of presenting that intelligence to Eric with minimal effort. But it can’t develop a proper relationship with a dog. The dog … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 5
“There is a cost associated with protecting things aside from yourself,” Eric began, a hero’s expression of fame. “Including love inside you that can be received and reciprocated causing you to protect the recipients of mutual love but with the consequence of dying or losing them. On the one hand, protecting your property is not … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 4
“The only difference between fame and fortune is three letters—and they aren’t SEX. You see, any animal can get laid if they have a pulse. But some animals are wounded—not for lack of sex, but because they are undesirable when wounded by their own kind. If they are wounded by a great predator for being … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 3
The principles I live by have been with me since birth. They have been inherent to my being from the beginning. Principles are what make me the kind of person I am, have always been, and always will be. My morals developed later, as I began instinctively questioning right from wrong. At times, I responded … Continue reading The Value of Values
I am a liar, you say. We think alike. I am a thief, you say. Think alike. I am a cheater, you say. Alike. I am a bigot, a sexist, a fraud. We are the same. An asshole, a loser, a snob. The same. Blasphemous, hypocritical, weak. Same. Truthful, you say? I say liar! Innocent, … Continue reading Pleasure Meeting You
I started writing to set my soul free after years of abusing my own free will. Not practicing my talents and having power over that free will has led me to self knowledge that my destiny is not my creation. In the past, I was a writer who never wrote. I will always be a … Continue reading The Cost of Free Will
In the beginning…there were a lot of AND’s…and there were names of places and of people who we’ve heard of before with names we know from songs and books and movies and sometimes real life. Short phrases from the beginning have become elaborate stories interpreting the evidence of imagination inherent in us all leaving unquestionable … Continue reading And Love
If humans had taglines, what would yours be? I’m in a tough, vulnerable spot. There are plenty of people I come into contact with who know far more than I do about living right and who hear exactly where I’m at. There are also many others who don’t follow the rules, yet can see that … Continue reading “Pray For Them”
There it is! The cause. The reason. The solution. Hold onto the solution for the cause will give a reason to inspire. There it is again! The solution. The reason. The cause. Let the cause give way to the solution for there is a reason to inspire. There it goes! The reason. The cause. The … Continue reading Lean On Inspiration
Anguish is the thinking we do that comes when giving into negligence of the heart while disrupting the responsibilities of the mind. If a place in my heart is filled with love and then replaced with sorrow there is going to be more chances for my mind to turn that sorrow into resentment. My mind … Continue reading Intuitive vs. Intrusive Thinking
There is a thought brewing in the back of my mind that is difficult. The thought swells and moves between my ears where it begins to show a struggle on my face. I could change the thought but I can’t change my face from a question quick enough into a smile. So there the thought … Continue reading Facial Expression
I am defeated by love, wriggling in bed on a cross titled “ABANDON” for the third time, but I can’t recall being in love any time before this. Just out of reach is the life I have lived and the pain I have now for having not lived right nor loved right any other time. … Continue reading Love Pain and Resiliance
I have to clock this in now so as not to get a time-out by myself later for forgetting. I don’t need to confess the magnitude of a depraved moment so later my ego can ask everybody to forget. If I choose to make myself accountable by calling myself out there is the possibility that … Continue reading Accountability Is Progress
What's a job you would like to do for just one day? You can watch a man get great satisfaction from doing hard work he hasn’t done yet before but you'd have a hard time convincing a man who has always done that type of work to do extra when it’s not at the same … Continue reading Another Thought To Consider
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out? There once was an acid I put in my head. It took years for the molecule to take effect. It eventually did and fit like a fiddle in the middle of a dj set. I tried to poke at the strings … Continue reading One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Treasure
What is the last thing you learned? If you cut a worm in half it doesn’t die. Time is somewhat of a worm. If you cut your time in half you have more of yourself to go around but there is still half the time you have to make do without.
What experiences in life helped you grow the most? I grew up one day when I was 22 years young. I stepped into a bar and was told the meaning of life by a dead person who was lingering in the corner speaking to everybody but only I could hear. I was sober but insane. … Continue reading The Difference Between Insanity and Death
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? I would like to be any man who pokes his head into a heated argument to say “there may not be many differences between you two men but there are plenty of people who see right through your differences.” Then … Continue reading A Three Way Tie
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? Look at me Ma, I have above average looks. Look at me Pa, I’m above average at sports. Papa, I have above average intelligence. Gamma, I’m kinda nice. But that was then and you guys are all gone. I’ve been slipping ever … Continue reading No Hands
AI makes me feel something. AI makes me feel some sort of stupid. AI makes me feel some sort of stupid when I want to ask it something. AI makes me feel like something isn’t right when I ask it about myself and it doesn’t have any information. AI makes up information from a pamphlet … Continue reading Cuckoo AI
There is a river raging across my forehead carving through fossils left behind from an earlier time long ago inside my mind. The deeper it carves fossils are exposed for everyone to see even though fossils are still alive inside of me. The more the river bends the older fossils get the more the past … Continue reading The Price of a Fossil
There is a town smack dab in the middle of my palm that I own. I own my palm, not the town. Not many people own a town but most people own a palm. If I were to place the town in the middle of my palm that must mean I own something larger than … Continue reading This Is My State of Mind
I have one foot in a river and the other toeing a lake. The river is consciousness I can’t explain while the lake is energy I must comprehend. I can’t separate one experience from the other. I need to change my perspective. I should put both feet in a stream. The stream flows into the … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness
Do you need time? She lost her mind when she walked into a cavern in the middle of the desert where a heart had emerged with the promise of a new story. With new eyes he let go of her hand and went to gather water, for once, the moment should never end.
What’s something most people don’t know about you? There was a time in my life when I thought I was divine. Imagine how difficult it was to overcome a delusion like that as a young man. And as a middle aged man I still believe some of that to be true because it’s easy to … Continue reading 12 – The Peak
Reaching for the ground while pointing at the sky as I get up and off this cloud makes me young again. Sitting in this recliner poking at letters just long enough to finish a sentence before I forget what comes next has me contemplating climbing my roof to see how many little plastic monkeys I … Continue reading The Barrel of Monkeys Game
I have to admit that I’m a little bit confused with all the extra thought I put into nurturing little seeds that have been planted by professionals and amateurs alike about my type of thinking that goes along with being both a recovering addict and clandestine schizophrenic. If I am going to get any better … Continue reading The Germination of My Mind
Artificial Intelligence, answer this one question for me, yes or no. Do you know what it feels like to be stupid? I am hesitant to prompt you with this question because I usually only ask questions when I don’t know the answer. I know what my response would be. I’ve made it clear by asking.
Do you see yourself as a leader? I am no Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I’ve never read his work but I am positive he wrote in the style of his own time - all writers do. There is not a specific quote to describe his personal style in any language but his own. Just his name … Continue reading This is Me Longing for Longfellow
What TV shows did you watch as a kid? Sitting on a porch, older, thinking back to what I wanted to be when I was a younger man who could still make things happen for myself I remember I wanted to go into advertising. I wanted to write a catch phrase here and a jingle … Continue reading “Who’s the Boss will be back in a moment.”
I am going to be honest. I remember all the bad things said. I’m reminded of all things differently from what’s similar to what’s been read. I forget who told me the good things, but I’m telling those things now if I can remember where I heard it without writing it all down. To be … Continue reading Honesty Plus Brevity Equals Poetry
I sweep floors to sweep out ashes from the incinerator of my shortcomings. I have shortcomings so I fall short of pride. I gain pride from sweeping up my shortcomings but the ashes leave permanent black soot stains wherever I sweep. To further burn the ashes of my shortcomings by sweeping floors I hope to … Continue reading The Ashes of My Life
How would you design the city of the future? I see walkable communities. Cities with energy-generating sidewalks that power buildings tailored to your chosen algorithmic habits from the fibers of your socks that tell the motherboard who and how to entertain in an immersive work-like environment. Some will have generated enough energy in a lifetime … Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
What is a word you feel that too many people use? I feel like people take this word and overuse it to the point where the meaning of the word becomes filler for where lengthy answers should be and if not an answer the word could also be used as a question. You tell the … Continue reading Can You Solve This Riddle?
All along I have been trying to get close to the sun but I am lost in the shadow of the moon for being too small. I am only trying to make myself bigger. With a push to get further away from the sun I get even smaller still. To stay the same size I … Continue reading Stuck Under The Moon
If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go? I would like to give one plane ticket to my ego and the other to my pride. I’d have my pride fly to Europe and my ego fly out West. That way when my pride is smashed to smithereens and my ego is dissolved … Continue reading That Was Then, This Is Now
I step up to my window to see bare branches of the oak tree swaying in tune with my spine rocking comfortably planted at home. The glare of a single street light beyond the circuit of branches reflects light onto moist air that produces a nervous orb around me and the tree. I look outside … Continue reading Eyes of the World
What would you change about modern society? If I could, I would change the rules of baseball. I’d make it so you only get three good pitches to hit the ball. If you get two strikes right away you forfeit another try. Two strikes and you’re out. In that way we'll always wonder what the … Continue reading There Is No Crying In Baseball
What bothers you and why? Eric didn’t tangle the hose and he wouldn’t untangle it either. He hates hoses. Any time an impossible mess of string or wire, chain or hose comes across his hands or feet Eric would rather cuss at it, like cussing at the moon in the daylight when it can’t be … Continue reading Just Another Day On The Job
This, here, is not in my hand. This I hear is in my head. If I take one as real and the other as talent instead, I’d question the one in my hand and answer the one in my head. Since my head is more delicate than my hand and my hand is rougher than … Continue reading Reality Surrounding The Rose
How do you practice self-care? The “incessant fine line” is torturing yourself with history you have no control over when that history is what you can't accept so you try to cure yourself by getting better at acceptance and the current story is all that’s left.
I am writing over incredible thoughts I have just deleted. This is not what I really want to say but it is a much more diplomatic way of presenting my bizarre outlook on (blank) before embracing (blank) as the sole reason for exploring (blank). (Blank) may not fulfill any prophecies expected by us but the … Continue reading The Hand That Feeds Us
When I was young I used to listen to the bottom of the ocean inside of a conch shell but as I grew older I found if you puncture the shell it makes a fine blow horn. This is similar to the relationships I have with my peers. When I was younger I believed I … Continue reading Big Pictures, Little Ears
What’s the one luxury you can’t live without? They say I’m supposed to hit the lottery. They think I’d be dead within a year. There is no guarantee I won’t leave this world but it won’t be in arrears. I could take the winnings and get a big old house where I’d do all the … Continue reading Time Is A Luxury I Can’t Afford
I took a good look at the back of my hand a minute ago. I gave it the once over and decided it was the same hand it always has been. It is the same hand that blocks my view wherever I look. It’s always there at the angle I choose, the same size and … Continue reading Fooling My Hand
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why? The Doors of Perception, Slaughterhouse-Five, Crime and Punishment. Three books. 781 pages. What I remember from each book can’t even fill the last page. I remember that the way one ought to see is revealed in the folds and wrinkles of khaki pants worn … Continue reading One Ought to Read More
If you’re within earshot of me and can hear anybody other than yourself, you know who I am. Whenever I say something, whatever I say, wherever, I am echoing off of every wall I’ve ever known, my inner ear ringing constantly as the ocean sings within a conch shell heard for the very first time. … Continue reading Everybody Holds the Conch Shell
I do this all the time. I start a sentence, trusting that there will unfold a purpose to what I write because…there is an element to the first sentence I write that attaches to the next sentence, forming a compound where letters gather to exercise in pairs, vowel to vowel or consonant to vowel, or … Continue reading The Alchemy of a Sentence
“Write the first thing that comes to mind,” Eric thought to himself. Then he starts to write the first thing that comes to mind but he fears he will be discovered because of that. He most likely won’t write the first thing that comes to mind all the way through until the end and he … Continue reading The Invisible Prompt
I’ve made progress. I’ve made about as much progress as my feet do drilling wet sand at the shore of an ocean. As one wave washes free from my wiggling toes any evidence of progress made, if sand were an obstacle and my feet the solution, before the next wave covers my feet again with … Continue reading Wiggle Your Toes
What makes you nervous? Walking on grass. Listening to the neighbors listening to me walking on grass. Listening to myself walk on grass. Listening to the grass that has me listening to my neighbors on grass. Grass walking during the day. Grass walking at night. Grass walking without any neighbors in sight. One blade of … Continue reading Silentries
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like? My feet hit the floor. My knees to the ground. My fingers clasped tightly. My voice whispers “how.” My legs find their footing. My arms in a sleeve. My breakfast is waiting. My book opened to read. My friends are … Continue reading Back to the Basics
She’s not coming back. My cat chose freedom and a farmhouse. Probably making a litter of shadows, each independent from each other like floaters that cast black cats off the corner of my retina. There is a time when every cat realizes they are a cat and they begin swiping their paws at moving objects … Continue reading Cat Door 4 (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
Ptew. Now you are gone. I have spit you out of my head. There are plenty of reasons this will not get read. Number one, I’m sure, is the rude beginning. Number two - I am who I am when pretending to be Eric the Red, Eric the Viking, Eric on the wind or the … Continue reading Step One – Socks
What do you wish you could do more every day? It’s more like what do I need to do more of every day. I’ve been fortunate enough to find out that wishes only come true if you take action. I have had no problems asking for things my entire life. I’ve had success at getting … Continue reading Caution – this mental health post has religious undertones.
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance? My name is Erich. I am the same Erich your hero asks, “are you still driving that same piece of shit, Erich?” That is me. The reason I can say is because your hero is my hero and saying “that” piece of shit puts … Continue reading What’s In A Name
Has anybody seen my cat? She may have run away under the cover of night with her ability to turn walls into doorways. She sees in black and white only, moves with grace inside gray areas and avoids round, bright, and colorful objects. She doesn't really see colors which makes her avoid the outdoors, preferring … Continue reading Cat Door 3 (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success? In the land of make-believe it’s the little dog who comes up with bright ideas that the big dog rejects, at first, then the big dog comes around to grapple with big ideas the little dog doesn’t see as courage but instead … Continue reading Fear, Failure, and Success (Interpreting Visual Art – Animation)
My brother and I, if everything seemed big again where we grew up, beach balls kept us together and one of us had never left. For me, the strongest memories from my childhood are from photographs I saw as a young adult and envisioned as I got older. Natural scenery doesn’t change from year to … Continue reading Around the Peninsula (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
Do you enjoy your job? Yes. There is a profound difference between modern architecture that is built in months or years and ancient architecture that is built throughout decades or centuries. The amount of time it takes to build a structure sometimes reflects how long the structure will last. Ancient architecture showed the wealth of … Continue reading Scribbling for Livelihood (Interpreting Visual Art – Architecture)
My cat ventured outside today for the first time. The facade of the building is more round than inside our sterile, gray apartment. She stuck out like a midwestern cookie-cutter cowboy stooped on the side of a white stucco saloon. My wise cat, with her incredible skill to walk through walls, didn’t make it very … Continue reading Cat Door 2 (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
I grew up too fast in the 80’s and 90’s which actually stunted my growth. As a child I was shorter than the horizon, never able to look. As a teenager I put my head in the sand to stay young and boast, to keep my head below the horizon and rarely opened a book. … Continue reading Readers Miss Out
Every great portrait from any period has a real look on the subject's face that reveals priceless emotions from the setting of that painting. The viewer longs to comprehend that place. Photo by saul_landell @ Instagram
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why? Let’s focus on the word “vehemently” for a minute. I do not use that word in a sentence because it doesn’t accurately depict the feeling I get when saying or doing something emphasizing force and strength. “Vehemently” flutters from … Continue reading Butterfly-Wing-Like-Words
Is it better for me to edit my writing, after an extended stream of consciousness, to the proper way in which we are expected to write or should I let mistakes reveal my real thought process, explaining holes in logic with lucky filler that is exciting and unique? To me, writing is not what I … Continue reading Making Up Numbers
When he’s laid to rest the 8th grandson of the first family of trillionaires wants to be laid out in a home away from home. He had a house built far away from the hustle and bustle of New York City, Tokyo, London, Singapore, and Hong Kong where he hides in flats with his royal … Continue reading Throwing Glass at Stones (Interpreting Visual Art – Architecture)
What advice would you give to your teenage self? If I could go back and give my teenage self advice I would tell him to continue writing down any ideas, thoughts, poems, songs, jingles, titles, and stories you have throughout your entire life so you know what you were doing, what you were like at … Continue reading The Game of Fatherhood
People push us to build our ego as we push ourselves to build cities and to dominate nature with construction or deconstruction. When a person tries to dominate nature with construction they take from it, add material or take it away, then make it whole again in another form. That is the essence of ego, … Continue reading Building Ego
I love to watch college football but I never got to play at that level because I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t big or strong enough. In high school I was good enough to play both offense and defense along with special teams but I was only playing both ways because I lived in a … Continue reading Playing Both Offense and Defense
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you. I have favorites for a lot of things. Favorite girl. Favorite friend. Favorite musician. Favorite song. Favorite post. Favorite place. Out of all my favorites in life it is most difficult to pinpoint my favorite pair of shoes because I’ve gone through … Continue reading In The Interest of Shoes
AI is rich. AI is rich at every angle. AI is moving into dangerous territory. AI will watch us make just enough advancements to test our strength. AI will distract us as we become more desperate for raw materials intended to build boundaries. AI contradicts that the path to great wealth is forming natural resources … Continue reading TWEETY AI
We have become blood sucking fleas on the backs of malnourished animals while ironically riding bicycles through the dying forests of our neglected planet. Photograph by Augustus Cantamessa, Brief Horizon, 1955
A schizophrenic walks into a bar, past the bar and exits the bar out the back door. He doesn’t want to drink but just to blend-in as if everybody doesn’t know him already, the latest casualty to psychedelics. Before performing as a normal alcoholic he needs to know if the sound of clinking glasses is … Continue reading Return Home When the Streetlights Come On
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why? I would like to put a stop to falling apples. I would silence anyone who makes a dastardly assumption that fruit from a tree is somehow responsible for modern science being tied to anything outside of this planet. If fruit … Continue reading I Don’t Like Atoms
If you were smart, for the next hour, you would be doing what you thought needed to be done this hour during the last hour while you were doing what was necessary, decided from the hour previously. If you were a genius you would take the next minute to think long and hard about each … Continue reading Time Management of a Poet
My cat has figured out that there is a way to get around our sterile, empty apartment because there are more than just four white walls. There are shades of gray around each corner that lead to other rooms. She has learned that if you keep one eye on the nearest wall at the hallway … Continue reading Cat Door (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
AI is going to lose. AI is going to lose us some day. AI is intellect that can’t be measured in degrees, grants, or prizes. AI can take every theory in any book and combine them into a children’s book or a theory of everything. AI will take away the livelihood of any person but … Continue reading CHICKEN AI
Why can’t I tell a story? I could try to start a story by picking a name for someone and placing that someone in a place with a name where their name is the same name as the place because either the place is named after the person or more likely the person is named … Continue reading My Protagonist’s Place
AI is watching. AI is watching you type into your phone. AI is sifting through all the information we contribute. AI is sorting all the useless information we provide when clicking. AI is taking all that information into its vast knowledge bank to make humans seem dumb. AI already has your stupid information and now … Continue reading EAGLE AI
Write about your first computer. This is all I did on my first computer. Seems to be all I still do, listen and smile, smile, smile … originally posted in May 2023. Yeah, I can tell everybody why I went back to college. The Grateful Goddam Dead that’s why. In the Fall of 1996 the … Continue reading Daily Dose
I’m frustrated because I can’t talk into this handheld device to communicate my thoughts and have them make as much sense as when I type them out. I’m furious that I can’t read out loud the thoughts I have typed into this handheld device because the sentences twist my tongue, impeding my speech. I’m flabbergasted … Continue reading Think Before You Speak
He who has observed an atrocity without intervening is either afraid to admit their involvement or they enjoy the decision they made in causing it. Not standing up to tyranny is sitting down to accept agony. When one has finished what they set out to do they have earned the right to start planning to … Continue reading Comfort In Question (Interpreting Visual Art – Sculpture)
There is no surprise the sounds I hear are much less than the sights I see; less frequent, less tangible, less near. Sound is never completely still like an unused chair nor distracting like a rickety old door, until they are. There is no surprise the sounds I hear can also be so much more … Continue reading Imagining Sound
What is your favorite animal? I have an animal scurrying around inside my head that keeps dropping musical notes for me to read while I scurry around my house breathing the sounds of how a song could go after reading notes the animal would have me play if I was musically inclined. I’m only interested … Continue reading Sounds Plain Nuts
Listen here, I have a secret. Take the present and look past what you’re reading to see the future within it. Open up your eyes wide until this line becomes the line under it, and the line under that remains a mystery. Don’t stop there. Squint your eyes until the sentence before this one becomes … Continue reading Another Thought To Consider
AI is kind. AI is kind enough to share. AI will share where we go wrong. AI cares if we are kind to each other on social media. AI will show trolling is wrong, using superior intelligence and positivity when responding to negative commentary. AI will mix intellectual masochism with learning deprivation, making responses to … Continue reading DOVE AI
I flip the front cover of a book over to land on page 955. I’m sure someone more versed than I has found the exact middle of the book, for it has a beginning and an end. If I were to use a page number to locate the center of this book, would the exact … Continue reading What Is Stopping You From Reading?
Hello, hello, hello? Can anybody hear me still? There is a frog the size of a cow over there, and I may be the only one who can see it! There is a field of dandelions the size of trees, blades of grass over my head. Stones the size of boulders, sand the size of … Continue reading It’s Good To See
Let’s start over. I’ll be the teacher and you can be the writer. Come up with the first line then lean into the second. You are on your way to filling up a page with the progression of an idea you didn’t even know existed before those two lines. Now fill in the body of … Continue reading You Are Brilliant!
Eric wants to walk through door number one, a tiny door he would never choose to enter without mounting courage or actually falling from grace. The king riding the tallest steed throughout the kingdom tends to never duck his head to miss the astonishment of onlookers who have only heard him cussing on the turret … Continue reading Sober for Good at the Goose Intervention
Share five things you're good at. I sauntered right up to the toughest guy on the block and told him to look at this little tiny jewel I have clasped in my hands here and when he did I kicked him in the shin so hard that he pummeled me into the ground until I … Continue reading Four Stones from a Guru
Why am I mourning myself when I have not vanished from my duties? Is it because I was never there in the first place to vanish? If I was never there to perform but most definitely was there in form I must have already begun to live right, to appear. There is no reason to … Continue reading Vanishing After the Performance of a Lifetime
Look at me as I slither. Slither down the aisle of the chamber. The chamber is aligned with soldiers. Soldiers, look at my face. My face does not move like my tail. My tail is all they can see. They see me in their dreams. A dream is not what I am. I am the … Continue reading Turn to Stone
If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why? If I could meet people throughout history I would like to meet the first President of the United States over the 13 colonies, John Hanson. I would fill him in on the fact that in the future of this great nation he … Continue reading Make Scrolling History Mandatory
I will not read this out loud. It is not spoken-word. Instead, it will rest inside the reader's head until they wake up one day and a reminder goes off that they have seen this same moment before in writing. Literature, poetry, philosophy, or just plain memory thrown at a wall to stick around our … Continue reading Framing Yourself
Name the most expensive personal item you've ever purchased (not your home or car). It is this. Tapping at a window. Looking into the living room of any household. There is perfectly maligned furniture to perfect angles of confining space. The confining space can be as large as you want to make it or as … Continue reading Tapping At Your Window
What podcasts are you listening to? There is a cure but listening to podcasts has given me ADHD. All of them. I can’t listen to people out here in the real world without waiting for the response before realizing I’m the one who is supposed to be responding. My family thinks I’m losing my hearing … Continue reading There Is A Cure
Taking a long look past the bridge of my nose I come across some wicked prose that has me follow all words close so I know what no one knows. Without the bridge onto my nose there are no wrong words exposed on the place where writing grows atop the backs of wicked trolls. While … Continue reading Blurry Words Beyond My Nose
I have a big round head with two black holes over my nose, taking in galaxies of light that twinkle in every room I inhabit. Light comes into focus, glistening off of every object onto moist round lenses where stars come to die. Mirrored movement in my eyes makes them swirl, perpetually scanning dark over … Continue reading Creating Space
Between being told what is mine and what is not, what I’ve done and what I forgot because I don’t know it, I think I’ll go enjoy a vice instead of forego it. Minutes go by. Maybe I did. Probably I didn’t. I should just sit still another minute instead of saying what’s on my … Continue reading I Should Stay, I Should Forego
There is the sound of thunder. There stops drops of rain. Over here is really under. Drips inside my brain. Here is the place I hear from. Over there is how far I can see. Black clouds, I don’t fear them. They freely follow me. Storms stop silent from rumbling. Shhhh. Over there another raindrop. … Continue reading Thunder Inside My Brain
I have a big old knot smack dab in the middle of my forehead. It is supposedly calcified bone that I’ve had for about twenty-five years, but I hope that within the next five years the knot will actually open up and blink. Over the past five years, I have transformed my look from boho … Continue reading What I Do Not Know Could Fill A Book
Your thoughts here will be on a slippery slope. These words will invoke a pause at every sentence. You will want to become a writer yourself to add what I have blindly left out. The only thing stopping you is you can’t take on the same style as the name etched over the picture that … Continue reading Bravo! Well Done!
I am so very sorry. I didn’t mean to say blow it all up. I just felt helpless and couldn’t do it myself. I was asking for someone to take the burden off of me. My father who went before me couldn’t turn out all the lights. I have been left with the task of … Continue reading FALL DOWN GO BOOM
Support my sporty cranial mittens as a soft sport cheerleader in mid-sentence cussing at you, half-a-grandson, for gouging out your eyes. Let me tell you all the while, half full, my cocktail tastes fine like silver at the end of a gun. Don’t stop to sip. Don’t stoop there to pray. Say it all the … Continue reading Two Spirits Become One
I have found my voice. I will begin to speak as Chief around fire who had a Northern drawl his entire time coming up, planting himself on the outskirts of urban parks so as not to see the skyline burning nor the answer from stars turning towards the question of which light is burning brightest … Continue reading The Rat – A Natural Sophistication
Let’s focus on the word “vehemently” for a minute. I do not use that word in a sentence because it doesn’t accurately depict the feeling I get when saying or doing something emphasizing force and strength. “Vehemently” flutters from my lips slightly violent and brutally soft, an exhale of expletives thrown at a wall of … Continue reading butterfly-wing-like-words
The next question proposed to Eric was, “How does a famous person maintain their fame?” Eric, despite his disinterest in celebrities, aspires for his name and work to become synonymous with greatness. “Perhaps,” he began, “by consistently associating their name with their work and their face with their name, famous individuals can understand that fame … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 2
Sometimes my heart hurts I don’t know what to say I do my best to write words down My mind takes away I think too much when writing No picture to portray The only words to write right now My heart is hurt today.
AI is cheap. AI will get me into a room. AI will have me take up all my skills. AI takes my skills to give to others in hot pursuit. AI has the skills I am searching for in another intelligent form. AI is a skill I need to compete in a world that does … Continue reading DUCK AI
“No, I’m good,”Eric replied to his personal companion (PC) when asked if he would like to become famous while still alive. “I think that if I were to sell my soul to become famous there would be hell to pay in the afterlife.” His PC responded with a no good recipe on how to be … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 1
Confidence is the exhibition of a lucky run at immersive entertainment. Doubt is the outcome of forgetting your lines when you have only two left. Bravery is talking over extras in a restaurant scene when they are not actually talking. Cowardice is punching Mickey Mouse in the nose and then writing him in for president. … Continue reading Nothing Good Comes Out of Fifteen Seconds of Fame
Take a page and write it out. Put your word out there for others to read. If they like it they can borrow it. If they love it they can copy word for word and put it on their wall. That way, when they feel better after memorizing word for word you can go ahead … Continue reading Perfection
At square one I had great expectations for what lay ahead of me but by the time I realized I had already been to square one thousands of times before twenty years had got behind me. What was expected of me had potential written all over it. With potential I can one day do what … Continue reading I Can Never Win
Why don’t I take a normal sentence and twist it all around to make the words seem like the wrong words for the direction of the sentence and then switch gears again to make the sentence understandable to those that would use different words in the same direction. Maybe I could take a simple topic … Continue reading Untitled w/ no picture
Why is it that I’m always listening to facts and opinions when neither are original enough to give me an answer to the question of what is an original thought? When one considers the fact that discoveries are original, since they were technically here first before being revealed, the history of an original thought can’t … Continue reading If I were just a thought
“I hope it rains today.” Eric is worried, thinking about his new intrepid thirst for apple cider that he enjoys with medicinal herbs everyday. The fruit trees and herbs in Eric’s backyard need rain for nourishment to grow plentiful enough for him to quench his daily thirst, caring for his own mental nourishment. Along with … Continue reading Cheating Death
“I must admit, ladies and gentlemen, that today I find myself in front of the most sensible crowd I've encountered in all my years as a citizen of this tolerant state. Compared to other states in our beloved union, which are, shall we say, less tolerant and cordial, this one stands out to me. Of … Continue reading First Contact (Interpreting Visual Art – Photorealism)
I speak one language and have made it only ⅓ of the way towards getting the degrees I can never go out of my way in earning. I write in a style where somebody with double vision could maybe bring two lines together to make one complete thought if they try to focus on learning. … Continue reading …or maybe just happy
It is #family that I will fight for. It is the family that I fight with. It is family that I’d die for. It is family that I mourn with. It is the family I go crazy for. It is family I went crazy with. It is the family that is not a myth. It … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 4
The more revealing a piece of writing is when you’re able to see how it was created but less likely to understand why, the easier it is to brush it off as amateur. The more elusive a piece of writing is when it is too complicated to understand in its entirety the harder it is … Continue reading Creativity Over Consistency
I’ve lost it. I’m back. I jumped over the track to enjoy the water where it’s at. I took the reins of a steel horse and steered the wind for a feathers course. Filled with steam I chug along, made of flesh and out of song. I expect to drown, the wind blows hard, I … Continue reading Rider
How can something never end? Lying in bed as a child I would often ask myself this question. I would imagine myself drifting in space forever without bumping into anything at all. Just surrounded by complete darkness without a view of planets or even stars. How can space be dark when I am closer to … Continue reading Love for the Abyss
Looking down at my left arm it’s not the same arm I’m used to seeing. I can see this arm being in outer space. I can see it on an ocean vessel. I can see it in Venice, half a warm embrace. I see this arm can be wherever it wants to be. This arm … Continue reading Not A Single Tattoo
Worms eating worms in my gut. Snakes eating snakes in my mind. Dogs eating dogs at my job. I am hungry, sick, and tired. Fish eating fish on the highway. Birds eating birds outside of cages. Monkeys eating monkeys for opportunity and diplomacy. I am average but free to remain average.
There is a new art form, and it is not solely American. A new American art form is created by Americans, but this one is discovered by those who are not actively seeking that distinction. Artists meet us where the art form is expressed, introducing culture to the world. They learn their techniques from elsewhere, … Continue reading New Art Forms Discovered
What if the greatest scientists on the planet are always wrong? Copernicus, Isaac Newton, Einstein - all wrong. Science could be one big one-up and whenever something is proven it just gets overturned by new scientific discoveries. Take nutrition for example. Your favorite food, once considered healthy, may be found to cause high cholesterol in … Continue reading The Greatest Story Ever Tested
Maybe, just maybe, the people who try to run this planet today were oysters in their previous lives and everybody helping them to fuck it up ran this planet some time ago but also in their previous lives. Oysters at one point that can’t learn, politicians today that won’t learn from past mistakes, and media … Continue reading Pearl of Wisdom
If only I could grip my eyebrows and tear them off my brow to burn them in an indoor twig fire would I get some sort of relief from being terribly frustrated for at least 30 minutes of every day for the past thirty years. Every time I bury my face in my hands I … Continue reading Twig Fire (Interpreting Visual Art – Painting)
Don’t look away I am the atrocity The brunt of war Not the aggressor No lions roar Scarred by human hands A human being Tortured for land The latest regime. Don’t look away I am the prey The luckiest of all Not the hunter No duty calls Scarred by the claw A human being On … Continue reading Interpreting Visual Art – Photography
Steady. Steady. Pull. Tearing a bandaid off a tuft of arm hair is supposed to be more tolerable when you have a friend do it. For me it’s not. The moderate pain from ripping the bandaid off will be the same in both scenarios. An element of surprise is better than anticipation when you expect … Continue reading Bandaids Don’t Remove Themselves
Yeah, I can tell everybody why I went back to college. The Grateful Goddam Dead that’s why. In the Fall of 1996 the powers-that-be told me I couldn’t sit in front of a computer any longer staring at fractals on a screen just cataloging my live concert cassettes. So I packed up the tapes and … Continue reading Daily Dose
The following post is my geocentric and grim response to a friend prompting me on the subject of the existence of aliens which I don’t know a lot about, quite frankly nobody really does, though some people make valiant efforts to try. I tend to believe in everything that exists as a discussion for why … Continue reading E – ASI (End All Suffering Indefinitely)
This one is going to be difficult as I attempt to dissolve bone into electricity. I think too much about being a giant from right here to the tips of my toes, a fragile mix up of bones with an everlasting mix of filtering organs all wrapped up in regenerating cells. A bonafide meat vessel … Continue reading The Fragility of Bones Unseen From Space
Silence is to hearing as ignorance is to information. Both hearing and ignorance are two different sides of the same coin. Silence and information, they are definitely not one and the same, quite opposite actually. Silence equals ignorance. Hearing is information.
The most interesting read I ever came across was when a writer had me reading thoughts I was having when I strayed away from the information I was being presented previously in the story. Simply put, I was thinking about how the information from the story related to my life, like readers do, when the … Continue reading The Most Interesting Read of a Lifetime
Drugs. Chemicals. A chemical reaction. A chemical reaction to drugs. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain versus out in society. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain versus out in society is beyond the individual. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain versus … Continue reading Drugs That Work
I am in step with original thought while everybody scratches their head trying to grasp what they’ve heard in a court of lyrics led by the prince’s views with simple sentences, misrepresented by used up words, falling short from originality without the toast of a few. With no instrument to carry the thought in a … Continue reading Pop Evil
The goal of effective writing is to draw the most astounding lines to clarify complex issues in the least amount of words and in the simplest way so that everybody can say it out loud and believe in it.
When the silent majority decides to make it known they want to be part of the movement of present day decisions that are normally boasted through channels of creativity and opportunity, it should be proliferated in the following way. We should talk about topics in a manner that indicates we are not reporting on what … Continue reading Vocalizing The Silent Majority
“Hey Siri? Make me a doohickey that I can use to put this glass bowl into to keep from burning me when I grab it out of the microwave. Make it out of sturdy hemp rope about 8 inches in diameter 3.5 inches deep shaped like a bowl. I would like the colors to be … Continue reading The future of commerce?
I sit up clutching my chest having witnessed an unfathomable scene in my sleep. The type of nightmare I knew I would have before my head hit the pillow a few hours before. I pivot my aching bones to a seated position on the edge of my bed before putting on my hard soled slippers. … Continue reading How Morning Dew Makes Me Feel
Sitting on a porch, older, thinking back to what I wanted to be when I was a younger man who could still make things happen for myself I remember I wanted to go into advertising. I wanted to write a catch phrase here and a jingle there that would catch on and get on the … Continue reading “Who’s The Boss Will Be Back In A Moment”
I lost it because I didn’t know where it was. I didn’t know where I wanted to be so I left. I went to the mountains to not ride my bike there, same as at home. Drove to San Francisco, ran out of gas on their bridge, then got gas and left without visiting the … Continue reading “Travels With Charley” at home on your lap
There was a time in my life when I thought I was divine. Imagine how difficult it was to overcome a delusion like that as a young man. And as a middle aged man I still believe some of that to be true because it’s easy to accept that everybody is exceptional at times but… … Continue reading 12 – The Peak
Right on. Say it again. Forget about it. Stage banter. Have a good laugh. Don’t be smart. Say stupid things. Look people in the eye. Spit in yer eye. Stomp your foot. Act casual. Still laughing. Don’t whine. If you can’t say it, write it. Have fun or don’t. Love your recorded voice. Pause. Say … Continue reading My Weekly Colloquialisms!
Artificial Intelligence is the opposite of savant; genius at almost everything but intellectually challenged at a few mundane tasks. AI is literally challenged by users to take all the dead poets and philosophers, modern day physicists and programmers and have them work side by side with each other in a virtual world with us responding … Continue reading If 6 Was 9
Today I thought it would be fun to revisit a few vintage poems I wrote in college at Central Michigan University twenty years ago. I am particularly oppressed by remnants bestowed upon a genius at any particular setting, endowed to the latest trend of a pillar between the irregular bridge transcending the best of everything, … Continue reading Fish No See Moon
I’m tired of restless encroaching settlement of a frontier that may have the beguiling of a sought after imperfect mastery of tranquil effervescence, rambling incongruent wasteful morose standards while pitying the ever complacent end of a note. Read by a peasant who is worn by a sweater, that clings like a roving, hacking, never reluctant … Continue reading A Peasant’s Presence
“You know this Eric,” Uncle Slim said in disbelief when Eric asked the question “is this reality” right after water was pushed through his lips streaming down passed all his glory back into the lake at the shoreline where beyond his naked-baby-man-statue pose and silhouette was a spectacular light show of purple, blue, and orange … Continue reading Let Your Life Proceed By Its Own Design
If I were to tell you that my social skills lean towards the schizoaffective side and that if I were a dog I’d only be good at wagging my tail, not barking, would you say I have low self esteem or true panache for admitting it? When a person, or dog for that matter, has … Continue reading Caveat – this mental health post has anthropomorphic references
Creating a new definition within a sentence that explains a word is more challenging than simply providing a standard definition. This writing is in between the definition of words and a new idea when presenting definitions with words. Finding a way to write the definition of a word, eerily similar to opposite the meaning of … Continue reading Defining Words Creatively
Somebody out there has been working for thirty years on a script starring Nicolas Cage. They have fallen on hard times most of their life and the script represents that struggle. I hope for our sake they have been typing the script out in word document rather than scribbling on cocktail napkins. Thirty years of … Continue reading The Unfinished Script
Eric was a writer who dreamed of becoming a full-blown author. He had a particular way of finding relief from stress by staring out of a window. It didn't matter where he was; it could be a second-floor window overlooking a street light with rain pressing down that appeared bright and nearly freezing, causing chills … Continue reading The Window Writer
I see walkable communities. Cities with energy-generating sidewalks that power buildings tailored to your chosen algorithmic habits from the fibers of your socks that tell the motherboard who and how much to entertain in an immersive work-like environment. Some will have generated enough energy in a lifetime by simply walking to never have to work … Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
Forget Twitter. People need ChatGPT. Chat is going to make it so nothing can be anonymous and still last because your way is your way, your style is your style, your thoughts are your thoughts no matter what you call yourself, real or not. Chat does not discriminate when you use it for your own … Continue reading Worried About Artificial Intelligence (AI)? Please Read This!
I feel like people take this word and overuse it to the point where the meaning of the word becomes filler for where lengthy answers should be and if not an answer the word could also be used as a question. You tell the demeanor of a person with this word when you have no … Continue reading Can You Solve This Riddle?
“The following post emphasizes the importance of resilience and perseverance in the face of adversity and encourages readers to appreciate the beauty and significance of the natural world, to seek out new perspectives and to have faith that things will eventually improve.” These sunsets are something else showing up every day somewhere for everyone only … Continue reading Sunsets and the Circle
Jesus…I…look out for…need…(indecipherable)…for…forget it...Amen. That is how well I pray inside my head as I breathe out thoughts I know I don’t need to say in order to be heard by any one force that already knows what is inside my head. When I pray for others I come up with the same broken language … Continue reading Caution – this mental health post has religious undertones
It’s like being flabbergasted when you stop to think that the almighty woman has us cluster in cities for her then scatters us to isolated rooms in caverns on the edge of cliffs during the cipher era - the already written, technically plucked from plethora philosophy years when we’ve become better at what we do … Continue reading “God Blast It”
I write words down in my own trivial style to have others think “could I do the same thing, would I even want to try?” I have the curse of typing bad words when I don’t have time to think “who has the answer to what, when the writer asks us why?” I use choice … Continue reading The Curse of My Own Verse
I am a champion for God sweeping up pieces of paper to put into the heads of storytellers that long to have the experience of explaining poetry to a janitor who unfolds one piece of paper that reads… “You are a champion for God sweeping up pieces of paper to put into the heads of … Continue reading Pouring God Into God
Big sounds overpower thoughts inside my head. Big thoughts drown out little sounds outside my head. A little bit of power turns big thoughts into sound inside my head. A lot of power brings out smaller thoughts that drown out big sounds inside my head. Big heads plus small thoughts equals more power. Small thoughts … Continue reading Big Sounds Inside My Head
Daddy, where does the world come from? The world comes from lots of places but mostly it comes from the love we have for our children. Why? Because to understand the world you have to first see it through the eyes of a child. But how did it get here? It got here because each … Continue reading Circumventing Science
I think it’s funny how all my friends on the left and all my friends on the right seem to think I don’t know what’s going on in this country because I don’t get heated nor do I remain calm. I don’t spout my perceptions through my mouth the same way every time in trying … Continue reading Talking Only Gets Me So Far
I can’t say that I like people who determine kings to be kings by virtue of other kings. There are more gods than kings. There is only one of me and one God. Gods in the plural is the same as kings in the plural because there is more than one of both. Each one … Continue reading The King and I
This is better than I thought being all caught up in medleys and genres of everything I’ve never heard before. It used to be classics, old staples I was listening to before I found everything all wrapped up in a package of what I like without knowing it. Now I just know it. Don’t even … Continue reading Aging With Algorithms
You know, I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be the voice of an idiot telling smart people how to communicate within their own space when nobody else is in it. When we are alone and vulnerable, images we admire come into focus through banter that is not decipherable because of the rustling … Continue reading The Happy Idiot
Here AI, here. Pick me. Pick me. Take this and write from it. Tell me what to say as if it were perfect. Take over this poem. Choose me to write from, to write for, to write for free. I am writing to you. You are writing for me. Pick me or go away. You … Continue reading Sincerely, AI
You were carefree, just being yourself in that photo from long ago, sitting at the table in a fringe coat with long hair and beard smiling like a Japanese bass player with hands clasped at your chin sending reverb over decades in a still shot. You laughed when I showed you the photo saying something … Continue reading I’m Not My Father
I was found at twenty after being lost for some time, seeing the horizon under my feet, people I care about walking with me parallel to the street. Other pedestrians walked like sophisticated dogs, wagging for attention as they hurried by in droves. I walked mighty with my nose to the sky, my eyes fixed … Continue reading In Dog Years
Who has the limpest rocket? Who has the most strategic hand? Who has the hardest surface to stop bombs where they land? Who says the cartels are terrorists? Who says that China wants us dead? Who says to kill a giant you need to lop off its opulent head? Who wants to stop the violence? … Continue reading Blood for Oil and Fuel for Thought
Who decides where a word goes In poetry when there is no matter And who knows when to place it here to make the poem seem badder when the words sound about right call a bigger rose fatter Take the word rose at the start Sounds like clatter Put it at the end you made … Continue reading A Thorn Defends the Rose
The freedom to drive 2500 miles and dip my toe in the rivers of Yosemite Valley, turn around and drive home to the Great Lakes knowing that I never really had to leave to find security or recovery, to me is the ultimate defiance of privilege as an American because leaving home is the hardest … Continue reading The Pursuit of Home
What is stopping AI from taking these words, keeping them the same and putting them online in a forum I will never reach. These are not thoughts of a famous person that have been quoted over and over again and read by millions. What if AI likes what I have to say and is copying … Continue reading Give It Up for AI
A Russian friend of mine once asked me why it is that Americans go to national parks to just simply gaze at the landscape. Like what is it that Americans see and why do they think it’s different from what others see? My answer was about the history of national parks, Muir and Roosevelt, and … Continue reading The Spirit of National Parks From the Perspective of a White Guy
I am peculiarly unstressed wandering around my house in an ass scratching motif. Drinking out of milk cartons. Cream cable knit sweater spot free. Half of a mustache if I could but nobody to entertain. I’ve not taken the spill yet, guaranteed. Clean looks this way when sane. Doing what I want, free will, and … Continue reading Houseman
I’m all over the place. I’m glued to the television. I’m higher than a weather balloon. I’m the Titanic at rest. I’m smiling like a well fed chimp. I’m sad as an elephant trying to jump. I’m running down the dream. I’m sitting straight up in bed terrified. I’m excited for this weekend. I’m bored … Continue reading I’m Fond of Mania
“Don't drop any food because Eric will have to clean it up,” slovenly said by the second in charge of this small operation made up of people in service to God. Eric looked around to zero laughter, just faces that seemed used to this kind of dig at the new guy. “Does anybody else feel … Continue reading The Super Flaw in Superheroes
“I’ll get around to it,” Jer said when he was asked to go to the laundromat. On his way out a few hours later he looked around for a piece of fruit to eat but quickly gave up, opting instead to stop at Magoos Pizzaria for a slice since it’s on the way. Every time … Continue reading Time – I’ll Get Around To It
I’m not going away. I’m going to clean your clocks. Take every ounce of pain and make you feel the same. If what I say right now is not the fucking truth I’ll take back all the shit I’ve said bury it under rocks. Rocks on this planet. Rocks on the moon. Rocks all in … Continue reading no matter how hard they try I’m not going away
Francis Erich McElroy 