Ramblings of a PhilosopherPoet
Truth. Justice…and a lil bit of Norah Jones. Truth and justice are big words, I know. I like a catchy tagline so you’ve just gonna have to live with me until I get to the meat and potatoes. You see I was listening to Norah this morning and it got me a) singing along while [ ]
Cellphones are everywhere. We can see things as they happen, sometimes gut-wrenching portraits of human suffering fall into this category. I recently watched HBO’s documentary Escape from Kabul (2022). Before I get going I want to give you this… DISCLAIMER: The following article may not be easy to read. There will be descriptions of violence [ ]
Celestial MusicLouise Glück I have a friend who still believes in heaven.Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.She thinks someone listens in heaven.On earth she’s unusually competent.Brave too, able to face unpleasantness. We found a caterpillar dying in the dirt, greedy ants crawling over it.I’m always moved by [ ]
I got the sudden urge to write. Goddammit, I’m gonna do something about it. I go through two types of writing phases…journaling and death-twitch typing. I’m sorry I have to subject you to the latter. I do know that you’ll persevere and keep on reading this to the end. Because this isn’t about me falling [ ]
Pink bothers me. It makes me feel too much before I’m ready. Yes, you could also classify me as a visual learner. I’ll give you another example because I’m venting and it feels right… I was newly sober and I received a birthday gift from my brother. It was a calendar. It was not the [ ]
i need to be high up toknow my feet are on the ground i want my memory tobe stoic as a gravestone i imagine a birdwill shit on itand maybe i willhave wrinkles of moss one day it’s not over until the old ladycomes with her bucket brush on Sundaysshe gets lost in the [ ]
I just felt like typing. I like the speed of my fingers when I do it. There’s a rhythm to it. When my fingers click on the keys it feels like thoughts galloping. You can’t make a mess like you can in a journal. I like to doodle skeletons that were left in the rain. [ ]
“Dress dry, there’s a storm coming tomorrow.” The next day I arrive at work. My muscles complain like misplaced teenagers. I cradle a gas station coffee. With every sip the bulb behind my eyes flickers. The short answer is a smattering of subcontracted crews are building a multi-million dollar hotel. The long answer comes to [ ]