A drabble. (100 word story) I’m trying to simplify, but my attention gets drawn to a mountain bike abandoned in the yard. Beside it is a dead squirrel on the curb, eyes shut tight. From the window of a pickup a heavy guy with shaved head shouts. …

Will this second brain app give me the jolt I need? — The new year always brings along with it a heavy dose of reflection and projection — reflection on the year that was, with its peaks and valleys, twists and turns, and projection towards the year ahead. What do I want to focus on? What needs to change? A lot. Looking…

haiku for new year’s day — Happy New Year, folks. It struck me this morning how some can get depressed about time’s linear pull, its inevitable tug and drag like a chain around our necks. But time is a circle, too. The seasons change, the hours revolve, the systems keep recycling, renewing. We recognize the shape…

New discoveries, big disappointments, and everything in between — It’s time again for a roundup of books I completed reading over the course of the year. Which ones were memorable? Which were duds? Did they stay on the shelves or go by way of the neighborhood little libraries? Let’s find out. …

Absurdist found poem culled from erroneous Zoom meeting transcriptions — OK, forward! We talked a lot about furniture, so many colors… You should be getting a bit of fullness, study a broad person, live to become. To any of the ids… do you understand? We can fit, right? OK, stop. Thanks for reading. Want to see more creative content like…

haiku for the end of the semester —

Found poem based on Joyce Carol Oates story titles — where are you going? back there, where the world becomes a house of correction, and drains fill with pastoral blood. children will stray to a region of ice contemplating American adventure where accomplishments stalk desires. where have you been? oh, it was a year of wonders a summer of wild Saturdays, happy…

A Zen poem by Ryonen — Ryo-Nen was a Zen nun living in the 17th century. I came across this poem by her in The Perennial Philosophy by Aldous Huxley, page 138: Sixty-six times have these eyes beheld the changing scenes of Autumn. I have said enough about moonlight, Ask me no more. …

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