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- Dissatisfaction
Dissatisfaction nibbles at the edges of reality until, finally, something snaps and change comes. For months I have been unhappy with my werewolf skin. It was drab, badly constructed, and it nagged at me every time I opened my book of days. But it was also legible and simple and—best of all—I didn’t have to […]
10 July 2008- Fifth
The twin cats lay like parentheses on opposite ends of the room, enclosing the two humans’ whispered conversation in gentle, purring punctuation.
(“Does this mean our conversation is no more than a parenthetical aside?” Tess asked.
Gabriel answered, “All Saturday morning conversations are no more than parenthetical asides.”)
Meanwhile Reggie dozed in a flowering alfalfa field, ruminating in […]
5 July 2008- Independence Day
A couple of quick thoughts, because at the moment I don’t have the time for or inclination toward pondering, but I cannot allow the Fourth of July to pass without one or two political comments.
First, from the outset I have resisted swallowing the Barack Obama Kool-Aid, not because I doubt his ability to govern the […]
4 July 2008- Who Would Jesus Torture?
Patriotic advocates of the use of torture in the United States often argue, “If it saves American lives, why not?”
Assuming I buy into the premise (I don’t), shouldn’t I do everything possible to insure the information I get from torture is entirely reliable? Doesn’t it defeat my purpose if the intelligence I derive from my […]
2 July 2008- Dead Writers’ Bar
Emily Dickinson sits in the far corner, where darkness insulates her shy demeanor, and she nurses a single sweet vermouth all night long and writes frenetic verse with a felt-tipped pen on stiff bar napkins. Occasionally a randy newcomer, reeking of formaldehyde, will make a pass at her, but she brushes them off as casually […]
1 July 2008- Organ Grinder
Here comes the organ grinder
With his little dancing monkey
I remember he used to play outside
The house when I was youngThe man who mended chairs
And the one who sharpened knives
And the lady who sold lavender
With laughter in her eyesFunny how the time goes
And you never even notice
Till they’re gone— Jon Mark
Mark-Almond
29 June 2008- Whining
Monet, Cezanne and Renoir are standing over my shoulder this afternoon, daring me to draw a straight line. Van Gogh joins the chorus, laughing in my ear, whispering, “You compromised away years, letting your gift atrophy. Who do you think you are?” To his left are Ansel Adams and Edward Steichen: “Tools are not the […]
27 June 2008- Haiku Appliance
Happy is the soul
25 June 2008
Whose electric dryer sings
Fluffy towel airs.
(“Nurture joy in small things and reap ecstasy in large ones.” — The Dao According to Werewolves, Vol. 1)- Library Lion
This afternoon as I left the library, one of the two huge concrete lions lying on either side of the entrance hopped down and loped alongside me; his paw pads were inaudible as his muscular stride kept up effortlessly with my half-century-old saunter. After a while I realized it was silly walking when he might […]
24 June 2008- At Last
Want the real reason the United States and Great Britain went to war in Iraq?
The New York Times has the definitive answer. Weapons of mass destruction? Don’t you believe it.
18 June 2008
