Green, green ,green in the heat of summer.
I write short fiction, flash fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a rant in progress.
Nothing going on here. No global warming. No ice shields melting. No record heat. No … reality. It’s 107 degrees in Washington. Not Death Valley, not Las Vegas, but in green wet Washington. The debate is over. We are torching the planet.
High desert greenery on the western border of Riverside State Park.
I write short fiction, flash fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a thought in progress.
Volunteers of America … volunteers of America. A sixties protest song, or a clarion call to this generation? We all know this world is not what we would hope for our kids. But can’t we change that? And isn’t the first step local? What can we do, in our own personal way to make things better, even if its just for one person. Because, if we do, in that person’s eye , we’ve changed the world. Let’s start changing worlds.
I write short fiction, flash fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from an essay in progress.
What is wrong with the human animal. We are at the top of the heap. No animal has access to the resources we do, and yet, it just isn’t enough. We are literally burning up our planet with desire, the pursuit of happiness. But we’ll never have it. We push pill after pill down our throats and up our a**** and we’re no more satisfied for the effort. One out of six of us are on antidepressants, and four of the other five are on depressants (alcohol). I’m not passing judgment on the use of these substances, doing so would make me a gigantic hypocrite. But I am posing the question, to myself as well as others, why is it we have so much and enjoy it so little?
Well, you know the rest.
The trail today was wet and lonely … just the way we like it.
Trail 400 at Riverside State Park.
I write short fiction, flash fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.
Ancient humans didn’t have Amazon, but they did have clay, natural dyes and creativity. They produced cave paintings and petroglyphs to explain their processes across the millenia. We think we know what some of them mean, others we do our best to interpret and yet others are simply baffling, leaving room for us to project our own meaning onto their images.
How does Amazon contribute to this discussion?
Try putting together that new entertainment center that just arrived (in a much smaller box than it should have) and you’ll understand.
When future visitors see the instructions from this box, exactly how will they categorize these ambiguous, often contradictory pictures? Primitive? Mysterious?Perhaps they will simply cry out as I did entering my fourth hour of frustration.
That expression should be understood no matter what galaxy you are from.