My Wife and Moonlight

The full moon is searching for language, a word to free it from the sentimental cliché of the last hundred lunar years; silver beam, borrowed light, green cheese, honeymoon, and all that. The face of a man has been seen in the moon by millions for centuries, long...

The Death of My Best Friend

Who could have imagined that you, that I, that we would share earth together for this long stretch of time? What are the odds? Not 50-50 even. A million-to-one? A vast complexity of accidents gone right for the convergence of our histories to become the stories that...

The Narcissistic Cannibal

The narcissistic cannibal, always ravenous, is a connoisseur of himself. He has acquired quite a taste for the junk food of his thoughts. His mouth waters as he pops open the Styrofoam box of bigotry. He can’t get enough. He has no feelings but indigestible fear....

Enough

A funny word: ‘enough’. Spelled funny. (wouldn’t ‘enuff’ do) There must be roots and reasons for the ‘gh’ preceded by ‘ou’. It sounds funny too, like fluff, ruff, or bluff. In a world of scarcity, there’s never enough. Where a few have too much, and many more have too...

Death & Dasein

This is a brief philosophical inquiry into the meaning of being human. In order to appreciate the meaning of our human life, we must  contemplate the contribution death plays in our being fully alive.  Living and dying appear together  and are deeply entangled. We...