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Wicked engine vehicle barrels right by, oblivious to its rumbling fury via luxurious interior and Dolby Surround Sound System. Stop & Go, came & went, no trace left behind but carbon dioxide everywhere, every day, around the globe. While we poison our oceans with plastics, and our bodies with microplastics, we say goodbye to the coral reef. Bye! For we inhabit an age where our beasts bear convenience, not burden, and grey clouds in the sky look like great big udders, ready t

SYSTEM IS DOWN. The guy at the hardware store was so sorry to be out of tools, so it’s time to summon up the muses and present writing, in the manner of a television set left on in a room no-one occupies, blaring into the empty night. Set up & ready, to render forth the barrage of ideas and entertainments found here, in humility and kind spirit to you, dear reader, for whom it has been solely crafted and is now presented. And what a pleasure it is, to capture & convey

The Death Camps all seem to have happened so very long ago – 80 years! And there are few remaining voices to bear witness, to all the diabolic and precise orders handed down in the name of extermination. I find it remarkable that these last voices remaining were also the youngest to experience the horrors; innocent children who could only ask ‘Why?’ and who navigated, somehow, the imperceptible deluge of small miracles by which they survived and live among us today.

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This frozen morning has cleared all the past away, as I gather my wits & coffee, sitting down to voice my thanks and praise for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The first time I can recall seeing Dr. King was in the multipurpose room of Ash Grove Elementary school, perhaps in the fourth grade, circa 1971. Our teacher showed all the fourth-graders a movie reel of Dr. King’s ‘I Have a Dream’ speech. We sat on the floor, Indian style. We were gathered, in this manner, to celebrate

KINDA MAKES ME SAD when I tell the tale of TOMMY, an acquaintance of mine from A.A., who is headed downhill fast with no exit. TOMMY is becoming ever-more feral and cruel, one day at a time, careening about the streets of Denver day & night. Like the once-shiny ball of a pinball machine – from disastrous consequence to depraved dealing he bounces – but instead of bumpers & bells, and without any sort of tilt or match bonus awarded, TOMMY plunges, into a rickety descent that w

A Conversation in the Studio THE AFTERNOON SUN slanted through the tall windows of Picasso's studio, casting dramatic shadows across the...

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In the twilight realm where the clinking of ice cubes morphs into the whispers of forgotten dreams, a curious phenomenon unfolds. We, the navigators of this liminal space, find solace not in the fcery oblivion of forgotten bottles, but in our shared tapestry of strength, hope, and experience. We are drawn to the gentle luminescence of honesty - a beacon that illuminates tlile path of happy destiny. New meetings become portals into unexplored vistas of recovery.