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On Wednesday, in a moment of desperation, I took the brave decision to drive across Portugal and Spain, to France and then after a couple of weeks onto the UK. It's a three day trip to France with two overnight stops. You may wonder - why not fly? Since COVID I won't. Sardines in a tin can all sharing the same recycled air always resulted in contracting some bug or other on a good day. With COVID. forget it. Thanks to COVID, we've not seen our family in the UK since November 2019 nor...
"You're a part-time freak. Not a freak mid-week. My gosh, you are a bore... The Truth is Coming Out." -"Ha Ha Freak" The Great Malarkey So, my Uncle used to say that alcoholics would have a "Moment of Clarity". I realized they have an unfair monopolization of a useful term. You see, all too often people are too close to a problem to see it. They don't have the personal insight to find their own flaws, even with both hands and a flashlight. That was me. I used to have a favorite...
The warm summer breeze flowed over him in a lazy, somnolent caress. It was a beautiful blue sky day and the pine branches rustled while the trees swayed in unison to a harmony only nature could sing. He should have felt completely satisfied and content. Instead he felt the dirty need welling up within him. He wanted to deny it. He should have denied it. He should have been the Better Dog. But the desire was too strong. And he was too weak. There was something wrong with him, he knew. The...
Once upon a Vulture (language warning) I woke up from my nap on desert sand in the hot baking sun. A kettle of vultures was circling over me waiting for my demise, while a wake of buzzards perched on dead branches of an old oak tree, sang songs about death and decay. In vulturese they shrieked: rotten meats what lovely treats- slimy skin soaked in piety and sin- sinew and bone drenched in blackened blood- putrefaction in glorious action - we lick, fart, burp and slurp drink, eat, shit...
The Sixth Chamber Chapter One: The Devil’s Kiln Yarrod inhaled deeply the hot desert air, unsure he’d filled his lungs with anything at all. He held it in for a good while, assessed the quality, then breathed out and felt the exhalation brush his drying lips. It had the consistency of powder, the abrasive sting of heavy pollen. He sneered and ran his tongue along his upper lip, fine cracks already forming. Sand skated over the saddle beside him, that which met resistance slowly built a...
G: "Since we're incapable of keeping silent." D: "You're right, we're inexhaustible." G: "It's so we won't think." D: "We have that excuse." G: "It's so we won't hear." D: "We have our reasons." G: "All the dead voices." D: "They make a noise like wings." G: "Like leaves." D: "Like sand." G: "Like Leaves." D: "To have lived is not enough for them. To be dead is not enough for them." G: "They make a noise like feathers." D: "Like leaves." -"Waiting for Godot" by Samuel...
In the Eyes of a Goat As I walk on that rocky road to salvation jagged stone sends me tumbling into a valley of darkness I cannot see what’s before me but I can hear the strutting sounds of a goat in heat I sing it a lullaby to sooth its dark desires and offer it a poisoned treat but it sees through my malicious intention- it spits it in my face damns the human race and sends me on that twisted road to perdition This was missing from the series
...And Everything in it's Laplace. I thought I'd take this journal entry as an opportunity to describe my Ranch in depth. You've heard precious little, other than The Ertan Deep. My place is roughly 15 acres. This will be the most boring entry I post in this blog. If you want to skip this one, I don't blame you. Outside my door is a giant clump of chocolate mint. I didn't even plant it. It was in a planter on the ground for one summer and spilled over. The plant, like every member...
candle's slow burn a puddle of melting wax-- we called it love (c) Neetu Malik Image: riteshman/ pixabay
There's heavy atmosphere today. Thunder is rocking this house and shaking it's old window panes. Rain is beating against the roof like some wild animal. Now is the time to talk about the Red Brick Church. I'm only going to call it The Red Brick Church. Giving it's full name would pinpoint me on the map, as it is, literally the closest structure to my ranch. First things first, no, the church is not on my property. Two, the church is not only still in service, it's currently hosting...