Inurement

What do I need from this day? Enough true night to inure me against false suns.

Century XX

The twentieth century, famous for accomplishing both industrialized mass murder and industrialized convenience  

The Confession 

I was sitting in a hotel lobby in Barcelona, Spain waiting for my traveling companions. A woman approached me, someone I didn’t know. “Excuse me,” she said, sitting down in the empty chair beside me. . “May I ask you a favor?” “Certainly,” I said out of polite...

Vive la Difference

“Sexual difference is probably the issue in our time       which could be our ‘salvation’ if we thought it through.” — Luce Irigaray Several years ago for Father’s Day, my step-daughter gave me a tee-shirt. Printed in bold letters on the front were the words: Radical...

This Is It

This is it. This is it. This is it. Now, not forever. This is it. The next ‘it’ will arrive post- haste.  t  

Waste Speech

vapid chatter in- consequential                                     mutter tongue- tied stammer un- managed lips slip slough syllables into sloppy silence    ...

Blue Sun

Careless flare, what wit makes you blue in your atomic wakefulness, your life-bestowing anger, your seething heat and light? Is it me that saddens? Is it all of us? Is it the calamity of prioritizing convenience we have foisted on the world you burn alive. All day...