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 …
What you enjoy when a cloud goes by and the sun throws pink onto everything is the fact that nothing’s going on here but oh yes it is. . . All the other drama is silly but dang this sky, pink and orange creeping in by the minute. To be alone with two things – …
