Life is truly wonderful, and anyone who tells you otherwise is full of shit. A man in a white park maintenance truck said “hey” to the character with the frisbee dog.A reprimand coming perhaps.A curt warning not to have the damned dog off leash. The character approached the truck window with caution, uneasy with any …
And the woman at the park disparaged football.And the men at the park bristled at the heresy.A player hating the game.But no doubt the woman never played the game of football.So that’s the part of it.It’s easy to dislike the unknown. Just like some of those same men might disparage hockey or soccer because they …
You mistake me for a believer in things.Nothing could be further from the truth.Wait.That’s wrong.All things are right next to the truth.All things now and forever reside in immediate truth.Belief itself is obliterated by truth and light.Turn on the lights.Abre los ojos.And belief vanishes like a demon in a bad dream. It’s not that you …
Arising again, the sky goes from a blackish dotted blue to some kind of powdered tone of navy. To cerulean with a band of dusty haze down low. And the truth blows from back to forth across leaves that dance on ends of branches that barely notice. Wondering how it’s all paid for and coming …
Everybody knows someone dying or dead. Some tear-jerker of a story they’ve put in a boxed narrative and held at arm’s length like some garbage that smells. Of course, the story’s realistic, the person was real, and the pain is available whenever called upon. But put at a comfortable distance nonetheless because of a taboo …
