Courage 3: Bung-hole Breathing

My submerged state isn't like a genius in his technologically advanced vessel as much as a reptile breathing through its asshole.

Courage 1: A ‘Star-Word’

[...] and therefore I've experienced a quiet, isolated agnosticism - free of both strife and warmth. Submerged. Imagine me as The Nautilus-- a tired Captain Nemo with less ambition yet an even deeper longing. It's a nuanced contradiction.

Protected: Hot-Take: To Mask or not-to Mask

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Fables of the 21st: Coin Laundry

The laundry machines downstairs do not take Canadian quarters. When I was one quarter short on laundry, I dipped into my lockbox of exotic coins and odd tokens.

Surveying the Mountains’ Tops

I wanted to find an answer for myself-- assumed everything would feel better when I could speak an answer without doubts. I probed the voids between stars billions of years old ... Orders of magnitude: 20 years to grow a person, 20,000 accreting a dune, 200,000,000+ to mold and mill-away mountains, 2 billion and more collecting gas into stars. Why? Why anything?

They’ Could Make it Work

The only way I felt comfortable breaking my silence about 'they' was if I found a solution that promised never to hurt nonbinary people but, importantly, I could use to stop the progressive bandwagon from hurtling over a cliff into a snarky abyss. I was taking a shower when it dawned on me. For several minutes I laughed incredulously. This is not a solution that makes me look sophisticated...

“If You Can Do Anything Else”

I started writing yet another reflective essay about how I'm not writing the way I wish I were writing. I decided a free verse poem would be more compact -- thus, this column of thought.