Stopping to Consider before the Battle
The stage is set, in a fever of angry redForces divided, to the left and right spread Facing without seeing, shouting not hearing The long prelude about to come to a headSee how they are corrupt and weak See how they undo sacred in what and how they speak See how unlike us they and […]
Number Nine
Riffing on a New Yorker Shouts & Murmurs piece by Paul Simms… ‘Honey, where’re the crackers?’ ‘The pantry.’ ‘Don’t see them…’ Bothered, muttering as pushing past him, reaching into the spherical opening in space that only she sees, withdrawing the yellow box, ‘Here, right in front of your nose.’
I Don’t Do Politics
Some thirty five years ago I was encouraged by one who knew the game to consider a career in politics. Putting aside any temptation to indulge in such a heady notion, and all of the other reasons to reject this counsel, I focused on, and replied to my friend in terms of, one issue: constitutionally, […]
Morning Reflections
It was pleasant to be up well before today’s dawn, and to enjoy the very analog experience of watching clouds gather definition, as the sky turned slowly from black to a putty grey. A time of reflections, and of calm.
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