Four Before the Ænd Gate
The little boy jabs right with a stubby wooden sword, and the pair exchange a nod before parting ways. Yet neither is safe here, neither is ready— the garden shows its teeth before establishing trust.
Songs of the Week 09/29/2022
Hope this week finds you anywhere except being digested by a blue bird-man and excreted into a pit of putrid defecation and embers.
Songs of the Week 08/26/2022
Kiddos, folks, citizens: it is the listening time now. You must listen to me and my interests. You must. You feel compelled by my words, because you are the weak-minded sheep and I am the corgi at your heels. Okay, song time. Here are the songs. You like the songs. Dance to the songs! Read about the songs! Are you having fun? Are you having fun yet? Are you?
Say Your Prayers, George and Delilah
There was a cat on Delilah's dashboard, by the way— a subliminal contributor to George's distracted driving. Most living things are best not left in hot cars, but Delilah's cat was plastic, and built to last. In the waning light, the strip of solar panel on its stand made it twitch its tail back and forth: cat-gap, cat-gap. They say it's a cat's way of saying "piss off," but like Inuit words for snow, cats have plenty of ways to express that, or so they say. They tell you a lot about skies, and birds, and interspecies words, but they'd never tell you where to find the cat rosetta stone; where to find the prophet cat and his stone tablets batted down from the mountain. Cite your sources, that's what I say. I'd appreciate that.
Songs of the Week 07/29/2022
That’s right Toddheads, Toddlers, Toddlings, it’s that time of the week again! Except not really, because there’s no accompanying Movie Friday because it's Moving Friday. Housing crisis. Uuuuuhhh okay music go
Songs of the Week / Movie Friday 07/22/2022
And you know what's cool about posting this with space for extra words? All you can do is watch as I crack my knuckles in painstaking sequence and get ready to wax poetic about ALL FIVE SONGS.
Murder! at the Oscars (Shoe-Shine and Gun Smoke)
TW: Blood and Gun Violence, neither of which I condone, especially given the atrocious political landscape that the USA is currently mired in. As with the rest of the Dream Stories series, this is spun out from a dream and is meant to be entirely humorous.
Anarchist Wizard Shampoo Mantra
After the Armageddon, Anticipate An Awakening! Leisure is temporary— but nothing ever ends for you! After the Alphabet, Ascend to Alphabet Soup
Evolution of the Eye
Fish eyes and our eyes are both bowls of water, but only one of us still lives to swim.
Why The Sausage Was Made (I - III)
You are as your ancestors could never have been; amongst an almost alien bounty at arm’s length. Yet why still do you feel the eyes of coyotes every time a cart wheel creaks?