Sometimes, “conspiracy theory” Is a term thrown around too liberally, As a synonym for incorrect fact. Don’t presume that. Instead clarify, Assume the knowledge you can provide Is not already possessed. Do not let the meaning of that phrase be repressed – Because “conspiracy” requires…

Friday, March 13th, was definitely bewitched and not only for the nefarious connections tied to the number. It was the last day of school of the 2019-20 school year, though the students, teachers, and staff didn’t know it. The Covid-19 outbreak brought forth a pandemic…

Find the space beyond what your mind is telling you, when you reach your arms up leave the need to grasp, when you forward fold let the past go, remove ego and let you head lower down to the ground. Stay there, give the mind…

2020 Hour #7:  Fistfight   Outside my window, a flag flies at the top of a building And it plays a violent game of chicken with the wind. When a breeze turns down my street It transforms, shedding its innocence and churning into a reckless…

Could this be it? The point in the life of Earth when debts are reconciled?   For debts there are, and they will either be settled or they will tip this planet into oblivion.   How many centuries can it last that some people get…

e.e. cumming’s poem “a clown’s smirk in the skull of a babboon,” sent through every language, alphabetically, on google translate (including English) and then back to English   Every day Both sides Let’s go Try fruits There are people in this world. Just a moment…

I remember a time when We waded in the creek digging for the smoothest rocks nestled in the murky sand below the ones that leaked red and blue and green We would drag them on our cheeks and arms to decorate our bodies with muddy…

Two young boys were lifted high, twirled and swirled about in dizzying circles in the air, stripped bare of all clothing, one later gently settled, unscathed, to the ground, the other never seen again. A single straw was driven straight through the heartwood of a…

Across the atlantic she’s seeking time between hauling mattress, bedstand, and home streets over down a block or two I’m writing to deadline, hubby’s doing computer work, the cats are napping, we’re all of us taking time. But she needs our’s So I’ll crank until…

    Season of the Reckoning     Everything’s off rhyme we’re stuck in syncopated time   this season of the reckoning is echoing how sickening that sanity’s trembling is still worsening   adrenalin assembling both sides told they’re trespassing disenchanting or awakening   deafening…