We are walking toward the meat grinder The good meat grinder the One that will help usEnd all our troubles The Grinder equals freedom Believe … Trust is everything Just around the next cornerLife itself is a whispered promise of deathOh look, free puppies March 22, 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME

Was it a fault of my eye?A pin point light floating Across the bedroom wall ora quantum collapse a radiant black hole a gateway to the multiverse a glitch in the simulation?After a few seconds meandering leisurely 10 feet away across the space at the foot of the bed it slowly dissipates Into the void,…

Strange to identify   with the lobsters In the bubbling aquarium  tank  in the supermarket aisle Claws bound by rubber bands  barely movingNo way to resist  Soon to beeaten by the rich“Too bad We had to throw outthe Lobster ThermidorMr. Richland was taken illwith a gout flare up againDon’t you know”The quantum computer     has now calculated the newest God…

I am not aging gracefully It is a painful slow thing Unlike my vision This is very clearOld “friends” are distant coldThe loneliness of snow has a beautiful white sheenThe sun’s peculiar Winter brightness Hurts eyes that refuse to focus These deep soft painsIn every joint Remind me of Transcendence Every day The vision of…

“And I will strangle that blue star”He was saying“What is he going on about, now?” We all thoughtHis hands reaching for the sky“I will pull it down and strangle the life out of It”He was saying in a strange distant voice“And why would you be doing that?” We asked confused“It never came to help me…

We waited by the Banks of the Deep CanalWaiting for the Submarine That would save us allIt was then thatThousands of DucksOf all types came from nowhere and alighted on the Water on either end of the narrow ChannelAfter a few noisy minutes They all took to the sky In a Magnificent MurmurationWe all knew…

From a text (a note to help the prosaic wonderer):“No worries part of the buried joke (actually making fun of Joyce ) LOL Here’s the background: The prostitute Nora Barnacle masturbated the young James Joyce under a bridge, she became his muse. It was their first date, and Nora thought it a way of keeping…

(across the mire) Out the orifice it spews Chunky Full of the undigested The putrid odor It brings forthEnvy for the deadWaiting for a golden sleepThere is nothing left But to eschew these mechanisms these repulsionsand embrace the tide of timeEngaged in listening to the wonderful majesty of the bog as it digests this refuseslowly…

That clear sharp metallic sound It cuts up from the dream world A murmuration of dark birdsStartled they bolt for the sky like a protozoan shadowsFrom beneath the arched bridge The cold bright sun of winter Pours overBarren trees wrapped in the mist of sleepthe shroud of night liftedDressing Roughly pulled from an unhealed wound…

The Light that shines from the beginning of timeyour name is unspokenas above so below your love and compassion waits for usWe treasure the nourishment as we strive to remain honest and trueforgiving and inclusive Let us keep within our sphereand have patience for those who ,often ourselves, selfish and self absorbed , Disturb our…