Day 5 of the World Wide Pandemic, I turned off the TV, the radio, the internet, and instead listened to the music I love and looked at pictures I had taken of the places I love. It was my meditation. My ode to love and hope and pleasure and peace… Read More
The irony of Corona Virus in the United States, a country that likes to demonize socialism, is that socialist programs are exactly what the people in the USA are clamoring for in this time of crisis — government help in the form of the wide distribution of free medical tests,… Read More
Seven minutes. Take seven minutes and watch the film below. It will either scare the hell out of you, or give you a feeling of righteousness and moral vindication. If you feel the later, you are part of the reason I find this film so disturbing. The short movie, A… Read More
What if Judge Brett Kavanaugh were to say I am sorry.
At first Jacob Illich admired these Americans their casualness, and considered it a sweet nativity. Then he became bored. And then resentful.
At the Koi pond, she saw clouds floating with coral colored carp. Sky shimmered water. The lace of ice. “It’s beautiful,” she said to no one, because on this cool morning there was no one. No children tugging at her coat telling her they needed to pee, no parent “chaperones”… Read More
The attorney had told Justine she knew it was hard, testifying against your husband. But what does that fancy ass attorney know about hard? Her with her suits and shoes and picture-perfect pantyhose.
When he came home later that night, still a little high, still a little angry, he found a window busted, the TV smashed, and his chair, a run down thing that used to be his Ma’s — nowhere in site.
I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More
Yesterday, while Deven Patrick Kelly was out on a killing spree at the First Baptist Church in New Braunfels, Texas, I was at my own church: The Church of the Woods, deep in the Cascade foothills. I was on the search for the delicious little golden caps called chanterelle mushrooms. Unfortunately, I didn’t… Read More