Flint
The pipes are leaching lead. Heavy metal has bound itself to the body parts of children and will never let go — thousands of lives damaged by the same eternal problem that will be blandly avoided until it visits our neighborhood.
Reliquary
Thought became presence, like a shell on the beach, like the flickering word of a gull under a cold thunder moon. I floated on the blue water, a reliquary of things from the past, dreaming of a moment of conception on a glittering moonlit bay. Picture courtesy of Ceri Dickison.
Caliban Alone
That thou punished me and made me hate thee is true. But I promised to be wise thereafter and seek thy grace. Why didst thou forsake me for my faults when I merely mimicked thy heckling tribe? I loved thee when thou strok’st me and taught me the charms of thy art. But now that
Over the Ridge
He pulled his rifle and rucksack from the trunk of his Buick, then stepped out of the abandoned cattle shed and into the sunlight. To the south, a rusty barbed-wire fence separated ranch land from public domain. He scanned the hills beyond the fence. A local rancher had told him mule deer grazed just a
Scientific Puritans Aren’t Helping
Superstitious thinkers have stood in the way of meaningful scientific innovation throughout history, and they still do. They obstruct the serious theoretical and technical challenges we face. Luckily, history also shows that most major scientific discoveries that promised to serve humanity especially well were adopted despite fierce resistance from misguided forces. Most people will do
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Water
The wind ripples across my back, and sunlight paints my depths with golden streaks. In this delicious moment of sound, light, and flow, I fear the clouds will soon close in and end my holy celebration on this remote autumn morning. In time, I’ll change my shape to fit the long quiet night. and dream