“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I have been ‘doom scrolling’ through twitter feeds, and news sites for over 1400 days, since Trump won the 2016 election, and have kept in mind a rough, cumulative list of the wreckage he has made, the monstrous harm he has chosen to inflict. When Joe Biden beat him, something unusual happened. I could see that the votes for Biden were steadily climbing in the key states, especially Pennsylvania. My […]
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The truck comes down the road flying flags. Its engine’s roar breaks the air. Red is the color of the day. Trucks in columns come down the road flying flags. The flags make the air into metal. Big flags circle lots where they gather. The crowd wears hats, they all wear hats. Red is the color of the day. The flags infect the air. Furl Unfurl, crack and snap. Proclaim, “Go beyond, take the step. Stop right there. I will, […]
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Old men speak too often of what they once could do. How does one describe right now without evasions? At 68 I sometimes have to bend and grab my knees, bracing myself to withstand my lightheadedness after I have run back and forth in the yard with the dogs. My heart thumps, a bass beat, something mad and techno. After a full day of work, my legs ache. My sense […]
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I do not miss it, but I dream of it. Never of the new building, only the old school built on a former hay field, the place of dingy hallways and massive windows and trees in the courtyard. Sometimes I awaken in a start knowing I have not prepared for the day’s lessons. What does it say that one dreams often of rooms and corridors that no longer exist? […]
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