Monthly Archives: August 2014

Methane Wars: A Fable — Chapter Fifteen

Repeal The old guard was in flames. The only thing that slowed the conflagration was the two months until the inauguration. It would be hard to argue that Jefferson didn’t have a mandate. You could argue with him, but he … Continue reading

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I Want to Build a Clock

I want to build a clock, Tick, tick, tock. A monument to passing moments Mounted on a mirror so Time can reflect upon itself. I want to build a clock, Tick, Tock, tock, A sculpture to the passing seconds Strung … Continue reading

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Methane Wars: A Fable — Chapter Fourteen

The Swing Timothy Jefferson was fatefully named, or so he would tell you. I suspect he wished his parents had been more prescient and named him Thomas but the T was close enough. Jefferson was the leading candidate facing President … Continue reading

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The Diamond and the Damned

The Diamond and the Damned One ring may rule them all But two will bind us together. Commitments hard as diamonds, Bound to an infallible ideal designed To reflect change and weather sieges, Daily remind us of choices made that … Continue reading

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Methane Wars: A Fable — Chapter Thirteen

Riot They just wanted some hamburgers. A group of young men in Dallas, TX, were waiting in line at the FemCad nutrition distribution center. It was hot. Lines were long and even slower than normal. Patience wore thin. Some boys … Continue reading

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Musings on a Bowl of Coriander

Obsessions I didn’t know I had Surfaced in a bowl of coriander. Compulsion to pluck each seed From every stem.  Right now. I’m not like this, really. Just a few more. Rolling the seeds in your fingers. Clink, clink, clink. … Continue reading

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Who will Free the Sparrow?

Sparrow in the mouse trap A fairy bound to the ground by a goblin’s chain Flutter, flutter, sputter Capabilities of flight rendered useless By a sprung clamp no amount of flapping Could dislodge. Who will set him free? Who will … Continue reading

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Methane Wars: A Fable — Chapter Twelve

Methane War The first time I saw Meisner on television I didn’t know who he was, and I worked for FemCad. His official role at that time was Press Officer. Apparently was brought on to do a better job at … Continue reading

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Context Lost: The Google, the Borg and You

I’ve Googled. You’ve Googled. We’ve all Googled. And if you know anything you’ve probably been Googled into obsolescence. You may not know it yet, but you have. Do you remember when if you needed to know something about something you … Continue reading

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Methane Wars: A Fable — Chapter Eleven

The Green Caps Some things you have no reason to notice. And at first, I didn’t notice them. Kids with green caps—that evergreen shade that is so natural. I was in New York City on vacation, visiting an old friend, … Continue reading

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