War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
A kind of glowing overcast this early Monday on California’s north coast, clouds with sunshine right behind, seeking to brighten up start to the first work week of 2015 — weather-wise pretty nice around here the next few days. Maybe some supposedly ‘very-light precipitation‘ Thursday, but the outlook looks sunny. Cold, though. Relative again —…
Today Emily Dickinson would be 184 — a nice, round, unobtrusive age for someone who’d been wonderful to have known at least for a time, brief or not, during those first 56 years. Dickinson has always been one of my favorite writer of words, and the most-truest of poets. She wrote passion for passion’s sake,…
Clear and beautiful this way-too-early Monday on California’s north coast as the weekend is now history and we have to face the musical notes of a work week. Light is faint in the rising dawn, and hard to imagine in all this quiet and calm that miles and miles and miles to the far east,…
Dark this early Friday — Duh! And high overcast with a chilled breeze on California’s north coast as we’re only hours away from a weekend. Sitting here at the laptop in these pre-dawn hours is similar to sitting in a movie theater watching coming attractions without any sense of time, place or who. Delusion appears…
She would have been a neat person to hang out with, always interesting, always entertaining, conversations on a shitload of topics — if she could’ve spoke unfettered, and been herself. Emily Dickinson was most-likely a great self entertainer, too. Writers are weird, and poets worse of all. And just from what I’ve gathered about her,…
Overcast and eerie-quiet this early Wednesday AM — middle of the week and there’s nowhere else to go but forward. However, to advance further in this slipstream of bullshit, one must way-overcome a news cycle that’s becoming unglued from itself and spinning off into the ether. Grown people are such assholes. Surfing the online news…
