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The Great White Ropa-Dope

Published August 25, 2017 in Arizona Stories , Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

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It’s a big time money deal.

So they play the race bait.

To get the cash come rainin’ down.

They cyncially market with the color animus.

It’s the Irish boy’s brain,

they don’t give a rat’s ass about.

The head trauma pays.

The race drama plays.

They’ll have few years before

the hand shakes start.


Published August 23, 2017 in Arizona Stories , Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments


I may have seen

through the fabric of the universe.

On the day of the solar eclipse,

I sat in meditation and felt

the metallic yin.

The moon cold and decisive as Ulysses’ sword.

It was the approaching night

that I would, thankfully, only witness.

But I saw it,

like a spectator in the coliseum,

the steel grey blades

that killed the gladiators.


63 words, I am forever free from 55. Now, it’s about how ever many words I need to say what it is I have to say.

March on Charlottesville

Published August 12, 2017 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

March on Charlottesville

When there is hatred in your heart,

you are easily manipulated.

The resentment and rage makes you easy prey.

And peace or contentment will elude you

because there is always something or someone else

who is responsible for your lot.

Only love and owning up to it

will bring you what you say you want.

My Sheperd

My Shepaerd

God is the master of random.

He plays it like a cheap suit chess player.

And he is the ultimate in thinking many moves ahead.

God thinks, like, a million moves ahead.

In fact, he’s already thought of the move

that will bring us back to the beginning.

And, he’s already made it.

Your move.

Front and Center

Published July 3, 2017 in Jack Sprat , Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

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What if Jack were sitting

in the middle of an answered prayer…

But he was too preoccupied

with everything to realize it?

And what if, instead…

He stopped and took inventory

of all the things that had come to him

in spite of his desire

to see otherwise?

He might already have

everything he needs.

Mother Goosestep

Published June 27, 2017 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Mother Goosestep

She lived in a shoe.

This made us strongly suspect that something was wrong.

So many children she didn’t know what to do.

Why? No Planned Parenthood?

Gave them broth without bread.

Gluten free bone broth, no doubt.

And whipped them soundly and put them to bed.

Wait! What?

She probably had a thyroid condition.

Chicken Little

Chicken Little

Why did the chicken cross the Möbius strip?

To get to the other side.

Same reason he crossed the road.

There’s only so many ways you can answer the important questions.

Another equally important question is:

How much smack could a woodchuck talk if a woodchuck could talk smack?

I mean, inquiring minds must know.


There’s a much dirtier version of this story. Bit I spared you because you don’t need your minds filled with more filth. 😉

This Just In

Published June 6, 2017 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

This Just In

Reality Winner in a win for reality.

Leaked some useful information for us 99%ers.

Published in The Intercept,

it proved conclusively that we are all living in an absurdist play

written by Elmer Fudd.

“Quiet, I’m hunting Wussians.” he said without the slightest bit of irony.

The Justice Department, apparently, was not amused.


This is what resistance looks like.

In Sickness and in Health

Published May 28, 2017 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

In Sickness and in Health

Much of disease is centered in the thoughts and actions we habitually make.

Our digestion is the meeting of memory and experience.

We feel what we eat and we eat what we feel.

Which means the path to healing runs straight through the meals we have.

And in the choices we take at the table.

Commercial Appeal

Published May 18, 2017 in On Writing , Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Comercial Appeal

Hero is introduced.

Subtly, not ham handed.

He’s of humble origins and has an amazing power.

But, he’s reluctant to use it, wanting to be fair.

Then Storm Boy witnesses a horrible injustice and has no choice.

He saves the day, and women swoon.

But not the woman he loves, which sets up the sequel.