Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Egg Demons


There once was an expectant hen pecking around a nuclear plant. Worse, the place was constructed over a cursed Indian burial ground.

When her eggs finally came, they were way more alive than nature ever intended...

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Sunday, June 4, 2017

Shyness


American egos are even bigger than our asses. We're always Number One, and our colors never run. Assertive as eagles. Prominent as Mount Rushmore.

Amidst so many megaphones, social squeamishness is a substantial burden. Some of us should have rather been turtles, hard-shell recluses engineered for withdrawal.

Really, we could all benefit from a strand or two of tortoise DNA. A cousin to humility, shyness is as much a spiritual asset as a political liability. Envision a nation with more listening than shouting, where restraint overrides impulse, and mindful introspection prevents thoughtless self-confidence.

Blush if you agree.

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Edna's Herbs


Children naturally hyperbolize the world. From their novel point of view, they experience everyday life in a partial dream state. To a new mind, reality is a caricature of itself.

The interior of the family car at night, with all its illuminated controls and aqua-neon readouts, becomes the cockpit of a spaceship. The doctor's needle looks and feels like a harpoon! Skittles really are pellets of solidified rainbows.

And that unfriendly elderly lady down the street, with the overgrown garden from which you must uneasily retrieve your lost ball, is a terrible plant-woman just waiting to ensnare you in tendrils, cast some wicked botanical spell, and pot your freckled little ass like cilantro.

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Friday, March 3, 2017

Tabloid Carnival



We've come to value attention over the reason for it, turning heads by any means necessary.

But there's only so much meaningful notoriety to go around, and most of us aren't going to come up with a vaccine or win a Grammy.

So fools rush center stage: bucking and braying for the camera like jackasses, each resounding hee-haw lowering the standard for recognition as it drowns the signal in dumb, hollow noise, and the country is too busy taking a cinnamon challenge to vote down the forces taking our future.

To influence this circus, the visionaries will have to get a lot louder and learn to juggle.  Chainsaws. On a flaming unicycle.

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Friday, February 10, 2017

The Impressionables


We exit the womb as unmolded clay, and then life stretches and squeezes us into the shapes we become. Genetic predisposition aside, monks, gangsters, and physicists are created, not conceived, through an existential apprenticeship of exposure, inspiration, and practice.

It works out all right when your role model is Dr. Phil. Less so when it's Dr. Mengele.

Following in devious footsteps...

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Friday, January 6, 2017

Food Chain Maneuvers



A treetop bird drops captured worms into the mouths of chicks while a hungry cat paces below, waiting for any them to fall.

Nearby, ravenous bulldozers devour earth for a shopping center to soon replace the tree.

In that future parking lot, a carjacker stalks and strikes unsuspecting customers because the system jacked him.

A Pac-man planet, each of us predator and prey.

As timethe ultimate apex hunterconsumes us all.

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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Getaway



February, 2004. Hong Kong. I was hiking Lantau Island when the trail unexpectedly brought me to a beach. No other people, not a footprint. No boats on the water nor any other manmade structures in sight. The Pacific like a still, breezeless lake under the overcast sky. A scene of sublime inactivity.

Seeing now that this was my destination, I took off my backpack, used a rock to dig a butt-sized hollow in the sand, planted mine in there, and reclined against the pack. For an hour I didn't move. Just my eyes panning the ocean, reading the horizon like the most important poem ever written...

There was only one return bus to town and not much time, so I sat up, brushed off, and continued along eons sooner than I wanted. I've gone back many times in my imagination, though: that boundless refuge where no distance is too far, our passport is always valid, and touchdown is just a thought away. During the hard times especially, our mind's eye sees us through. When the windows of the world let in the harsh lightworkplace aguish, imploded love, a fatal diagnosiswe can pull down our eyelid shades and take respite in whatever setting we conjure. For me, it's that incidental shore at Lo Kei Wan. For you?

We can't ignore reality either. The longer you spend inside, the more force the outside world amasses against you. Bills pile. Disappointment turns to depression. The tumor doubles in size. You've got to take care of life before it takes care of you.  

In doing so, you enable the next beautiful moment to retreat to when ugliness returns.

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