I dare not sleep-in today, even though it is Monday and I am retired… Retired!? Ha! So what? I am still a human being among my own kind,… I live in a small town, Batavia. Batavia belongs to the State of Illinois, which is in the midsection of the U.S. of A. I cannot…
This is a poem written by Renee Nicole Good. She is dead. She was a mother. She was many things… Renee left these words behind. They are for you and I to consider: what manner of person would choose these words, express this description of life. Also for you and I to consider: what…
Cannot decide what to write this morning. Enough Nietzsche for now. Of course I will circle back to him soon enough. Cannot be helped. Like drag racing, the exercise is open-ended, like fate. You’ll lineup at the starting line one more time. Fate is not the cul de sac that everyone thinks. There’s no…
The first Saturday in a new year. The year is 2026. America as a republic, administered by a distribution of power, democratically – is finished. What comes next, has yet to be formed. A safe wager to be made that for now, the dismantling of the old status quo will proceed with dispatch. A…
Received an invitation yesterday to a Christmas service/event at Christ Community Church. An acquaintance here at Starbucks invited me. The printed invitation said there will be festive music, “our traditional giant Christmas tree, and a model train display.” That’s not all – “‘Silent night’ by candle light.” I accepted the invitation without comment. I’ve…
The neologism that I used was borrowed as is all language. We inherit a manner-of-speaking, labels which by mutual agreement we decide point to a thing, or an experience, or… As you can imagine any language affords an infinite number of pieces by which to “play” on the game board. Grammar, the rules of…
The Heaven of Animals By James L. Dickey Here they are. The soft eyes open. If they have lived in a wood It is a wood. If they have lived on plains It is grass rolling Under their feet forever. Having no souls, they have come, Anyway, beyond their knowing. Their instincts…
The Song of the Idiot They do not hinder me. They let me go.They say, nothing could happen even so.How good.Nothing can happen. Everything revolves engrossedalways around the Holy Ghost,around a certain ghost (you know)—how good.No, one should really not supposethat there is any danger in those.There’s of course the blood.The blood is the…
Leaving Michigan. Another family vacation, swimming in the lake, sitting under a beach sun, watching four grandchildren play – becomes memory. And the country, the world staggers on, to what end as always, is unknowable. Woke up this morning to read of the President of the United State’s threats to Rosie O’Donnell to remove…
Our fourth day in France featured a pilgrimage to Chartres. Could one conclude that the cathedral at Chartres is one of the wonders of the world? Yesterday in conversation with three Parisians we mentioned our plans to visit Chartres. Their eyes became wide, they assured us Chartres was amazing. The story of this great…
