Only 2 Hands – A guided meditation as a poem

[…] I only have one lifetime in this form, / this form with two feet, / this form with two hands, / this form with one voice, / this form with this mind, / the moss goes on without me. / The ants go on without me. / The trees go on without me. / The sun burns on without me. […]

VerySmallOcean.org and Life Updates

Updating verysmallocean.org is actually quite a bit of work. Today, I removed the old featured off-site content from every page and moved them to the suggested media and suggested reads pages, moved the 2024 blog posts to their own page and updated all the links to reflect that, updated the footers, added the table of […]

The Pestilence of ‘Christian’ ‘Nationalism’

Steven Colbert reported Tuesday that there had been 110 grievances filed by military members stationed at dozens of places in the Middle East that commanders have told them that “President Trump is annointed by Jesus to light the signal fire in Iran to cause Armageddon and mark his return to Earth…”.

Emptiness (and a grain of salt)

[…] One of the many things we could say instead of — /
— instead of “I hate my stupid life” /
Confronting a memory /
Confronting a hypothetical /
Confronting other peoples’ theoretical thoughts about us /
Confronting ‘what if I had done it that way instead?’ /
All these emotions come and go, passing like ships, or birds, swiftly by […]

Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple – Non-Representational Poetry

Reposting this because I wanted to make a page for it in Evergreen Posts and because I thought the picture it was with was sub-par. “On top of the questions, seeing what fresh hell was upon them, they noticed that what had been one was many, and what had been uncut was now hashed….”

Your Dishonor – Postcard Microfiction

My first real postcard poem in a while. I guess I’ve grown a bit bored with the precomposed printed text blocks so I’ll be doing these again. But it’s election season and I’ve got stuff to advertise so I won’t be entirely giving up on the precomposed text blocks.

Latest iteration on my business card + Excerpted poem “We”

[…] Punch in, punch out; as the weary depart; you are alert on the headset; she is shifting packages among conveyors, up, down, across slides the latte. Clinkety clink go the coins and rustle of crumpled ones, out of pockets and into tip jars. Brake, stop, go, the drive thru, the sausage biscuits. The scrubs and IVs and X-Rays […]