The Good Earth

Let’s make our planet good again think pigeons their T Rex origin. Oh wings of flesh and steel to fly you must first grow feathers. What cares the sloth slug squished by dino or sprayed with Ortho? As for Anthro won’t he be petrified up to his waste in his own coprolite? Rid us our…

Survival Manual

I was walking in Mt Tabor Park the other day, on a path rarely taken, steep on the south side, affording views of the college campus, its low buildings in the shade of the giant trees, the wide swath of grass between Gray and the cafe green but empty. I paused to reflect, praying peace,…

Notes on the Art and Style of Whiskey Radish

To my odd ears, usquebaugh, from which whiskey derives, reminds me of the wedding party that year in Berkeley, and he…, and he couldn’t say…, or, he could not pronounce…, but that was nothing to the question of how he got the overstuffed hotel room chair through the bathroom door and up to the toilet,…

New Cat, Mew Cat

Have you seen the new cat? How could I miss? Big cat. And fast. The new cat changes a lot. Big house, zero lot. So comes here. Our lives will never be the same. They never were the same. What were we doing? Waiting. Waiting for what? It’s what we do. How does the new…