This is kind of cool. It’s also kind of uncool humblebraggy stuff. I know that. I don’t care, but I thought I’d give those who object to that sort of thing an opportunity to stop reading. I’m fair like that. This week I learned that Point Of Ares is still getting airplay, or rather, Internet […]
Girl grasped light in her wounded palms and blackened eyes. Sun rained like coins on an open cross through the stained saint in the window. She’s learning to lean on the sun’s secret colors,to wash her feet in the invisible placesthat no one can pierce. Somewhere, years from now,in another life,she’ll gird herself with better […]
I’m feeling liminal and whimsical. Not an obvious pairing. Unless you feel like teasing out the thread of hardened whimsy that marks most borders. Anyway, here’s what keeps coming. (And this time it’s not a surreal Dutch image. By the way, nobody’s claimed it, but that one appears to have returned to wherever it came […]
Nobody. No one entered the MBD contest. But I did get a few complaints about the contest’s “real name rule.” Per my posting guidelines, I tolerate anonymous posts unless the poster is dissing another writer or dissing me. The “real name rule” for the contest was solely to discourage multiple entries by sock puppets, but […]
Do you know this fable? It’s attributed to Aesop. Here’s the Harvard Classics version: A Man and his son were once going with their Donkey to market. As they were walking along by its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a Donkey for but to ride upon?” So the Man […]
What does it feel like to see the world as a materialist, to believe (sorry, to “know”) that you are always, at every second of your single random lucky dice existence, one breath away from nonexistence? Sometimes, in the spirit of play, I try this on for a day or two. I’m never able to move in, but I do enjoy an occasional visit. It sharpens things.
