Originally posted on A Leaf in Springtime:
Don’t call me a good mother. For being good somehow means doing all the “right things”. And to be honest, I’m not necessarily all that concerned about doing the “right things”. I’m more concerned about doing the brave thing. The thing that is needed to be done even…
Are You An Anthropocentrist?
Originally posted on Laura Grace Weldon:
? Paradise, by Gillis d’Hondecoeter circa 1575 When I was growing up we were taught humans were at the top of every chart, far superior to all other living beings. Our textbooks, illustrated with stereotypical images of “cave men,” proved the assertion with a long list of what our species…
Nuggets
Originally posted on Dark Matter:
Originally posted 1/7/2006. 1. i was 15 a man grabbed me from behindi turned and cut himdid not stop to see what happenedran as fast as i could back to the party two friends helped mescrub off the bloodsomeone elselent me a shirt i went home that nightmy parents never knew i have watched…
Marc Jampole: New Kansas law picks the pockets of the poor
Originally posted on Vox Populi:
New Kansas law picks the pockets of the poor while humiliating them in the process. When Republicans support or pass a law to address a non-problem, they usually have an ulterior motive. Take the slew of recent state laws making it harder to vote. The stated rationale behind these laws…
James Keye: Wake up to your Myths, America!
Originally posted on Vox Populi:
. I created this list of “American Myths” 25 years ago thinking that some significant part of the people would begin to understand them over time. What seems to be happening is that the country is dividing into those who cling with increasing aggression to these myths as others realize…
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A slight jamming of the machines Huff turn thrust push turn Pick up push turn huff thrust push Push push turn push push A sin to relate this I am no public representative A slight return and the induct job Pickup scan turn drop repeat Turn walk Pickup scan turn drop repeat 1000 an hour […]
He Chose a Path
A poem featuring a ‘behind the scenes’ (in the sense used in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods) journey and a sphinx from my book Synaptic Syntactic.
Till the Stones and Till the Soil
We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate focusing devices […]
Mace and Henbane
How to begin it? We once were in a bit if a jam We took what could be taken Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma, We woke into a dream In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers The pursuant lost the thread never again to find Needling feelings took […]
We Flattered Ourselves of Our Uniqueness
We of all the small ones grew up and were changed We all the small ones went to the store We grew up and changed, we grew and changed, we transfigured and expanded In our silence you could read longing Many of the others disliked and spat upon our changes We ignored it We flattered […]
Lost in Mist 