“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
For audio version click here : I rise early, before the sun, shepherd Wolfie down the stairs, flip on the coffee and then walk out into the darkness in big, worn out boots. Wolfie wanders, sniffs, pisses. He sniffs some more. I do not hurry him. Nothing seems to be chasing me right now. Upstairs my wife sleeps peacefully. Out here I raise my head and sniff the air. I want to howl. Back indoors, […]
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For audio version click here : Wolfie has red bandages on his back legs, an incision near his groin (ahem), my wife hurt her back, a friend hurt her leg, I woke up from a recent medical test to be told by the nurse that the anesthesia used on me was the same that killed Michael Jackson, there is a rat the size of a beagle in the barn where I have been tending horses, […]
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For audio version click here : I can stand at one spot on our road, look to the north and see five ridges, one after another, their rising lines seeming to originate in a single gap. On clear mornings that vista carries such a promise of space and openness. Looking out across those miles yesterday morning, I saw that the swallows that rest on the electric lines over the pasture all summer seem to have […]
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For audio version click here : The frogs in the newly flooded wetlands croaked their discordant bass notes; I was trying to sneak up on them and had started to rise above the tall grass around the bog. I felt a little like Godzilla suddenly seen rising above the hills around Tokyo (does everyone carry around movie images in his head for just such occasions). Then I noticed that Wolfie was sniffing at and jumping […]
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