A Tale of Two Burgers A short retelling of the ancient legend of burger 1 and burger 2. Once upon a time, there was a small child who had been brought up to eat and drink, while checking carefully for any possible poisons that might have slipped in. This was fairly normal, or so the … Continue reading A Tale of Two Burgers
I just saw a short piece on TikTok – well, they are all short, right. That’s the idea. Minimal interaction and commitment. On to the next person trying to create a brand. But I digress. A piece by a funny person who jokes – but aren’t all jokes serious? I think Freud said that but … Continue reading Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
Holiday Season And here it is. Food and decorations and candles and things. Memories. Sadness. When there is so much to say there is nothing to say. It’s very quiet here, neighbors gone away. One family across the street had a son and daughter-in-law and baby arrive yesterday for a visit. The mother stood by … Continue reading Holiday Season
Virgo Full Moon I went out for the first time in a few days. The weather was mild , and I had recycling to take out, and there is always a point at which the twitch in your legs feels like it must be heeded, spiky contagion or not. All the same, it’s always a … Continue reading The End of February
There are moments. You hear something, and you look up, and you realize that you are thinking. For the first time. Or at least in a long time. Today, I talked to someone on the phone. Are you ok? they asked. They’ll use you up, you know. They don’t care. Take time for yourself. You … Continue reading Content 1
Hello everyone Hola todos Salut à tous in every language, to everyone. Now as we watch with horror how easy it turned out to be to dismantle an entire system of government, take away rights, and pretend facts are partisan, speaking out is both a risk and a responsibility. Here, on this page, all are … Continue reading Write, resist, repeat
This has been a very difficult time, for so many reasons. I could apologize for silence, for half-stuttered attempts to say something, anything. But we blame ourselves too often, so often, for our failed wish to make the rocks thrown at us, as they hit the taut strings of our emotions and our longings, into … Continue reading Late November 2016
