EE Cummings said something like a poet is only a poet for a few minutes in their life; the rest of the time they are a would be poet. I have no idea if that’s something he actually said. I wrote it down sometime in 2019 and attributed it to him. Continue reading Volume XXIV – May 2023
We all, of course, know what it’s like when a wealthy friend insists on having us join them on a private jet trip to an exotic locale. We also know what it’s like when the same friend hosts us on their yacht. Continue reading Clarence Thomas and the Tuition Gambit
Do people still read? Will there be people in the future who will read? Are we too distracted, disinterested, content to bother? Do we need everything to talk to us, show us, wash over and drown out all senses in frivolous entertainment and spectacle? Continue reading Volume XXII – January 2023
The ferris wheel emits a swirl of light visible from all parts of the boardwalk. It stands sentinel over the crowds snaking in all directions, over chipped and fading hardwood, through the smell of fried fats and salt air, the screams and squeals of fun impending or reaching its conclusion. Continue reading Volume XXI – November 2022
He sat in his well-appointed dressing room and stared through himself in the mirror, not seeing his imperfect facial features and flabby body under his clothes, but instead the idealized version of himself concocted out of thin air, made into mythology, and sold to the masses as a genuine article of American entrepeneurship and social … Continue reading The Grifter
I remember the warm sun kissing my cheeks. I remember looking up into the vast blue sky in awe and wonder. Continue reading Volume XVIII – May 2022
Before we hear the same empty platitudes and our most recent national nightmare recedes into the background let’s take a moment to wrestle with the reality that is our culture and national identity at this moment in history. Continue reading Our National Nightmare
There is a vast reservoir of courage in America that goes unappreciated. Continue reading Courage
I don’t blame the politicians. If you listen and watch closely enough they will expose who they are. Continue reading Roe
If America was a person they would be an overly tanned forty-something year old white man with steroid-tinged build and a carefree demeanor borne of circumstance and privilege. Continue reading Joe Rogan, America in the Flesh
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