A quick thought on thought

A junior monk was carrying water from the river to the main house. Seeing his master chopping wood, he stopped to ask, “Master, what is thought?” The master paused, and responded, “Thought is breath.” The junior monk did not understand, but it was clear his master had no more to say. He continued to the…

In which the governor decides to attack

When we last left him, The Governor had blood on his sword and two heads on the ground. Here’s what comes next… Plans Later that evening, Commander Drogan entered his tent to find the Governor reclined on his cot. Drogan’s cot. “It’s about time,” said the Governor, puffing on his water pipe. Drogan’s water pipe.…

small bite from a big piece

This is an excerpt from a work in progress. It has a beginning, and an ending of sorts, but is otherwise just a taste from a dish still cooking. Awhile back I posted another excerpt, which you can revisit here if you’d like. That one comes immediately before this one, and features the same characters.…

Where to begin

Consider the arrival of a new tenant to a basement apartment. He is a young man in his late twenties. He has a goatee and sideburns, because the year is 1998, and most young men of that time had those things on their face. He wears jeans and a t-shirt, has very few belongings, all…

The End of the World Club

The one and only meeting of the End of the World Club was held in my favorite building on campus, the old English department building. It was nestled back among the trees, and you could open the old windows and let the breeze in, feel the hardwood floors croak under your feet. And it just…

Nothing seems to kill me

She said those lyrics were going to kill me. I said they’re just lyrics, imagining. Release. She said, “I don’t like them. They’re not you.” I set my phone on the nightstand, tossed off the covers, swung my feet to the floor. I gazed out the window into the night and considered hugging a moonbeam,…

Snowglobe

That night, everyone agreed to be still. Front doors stood firm, no one opened them lest the snow be swept aside, or clumsy boots crunch holes in it. The thought of tire tracks was repugnant, made us squint and shake our head. Peace was spreading, or rather falling, and leveling out over crushed beer cans…

Good fake news today

Woke up this morning with a light heart, not heavy, not suffocating. The air didn’t weigh on me like it used to and will again, it was clean. The sky was more blue than last month, and the bankers fangs were muzzled. I was not sure, not entirely, whether they would act in my best…

In these dark times, Bad Lip Reading shines a funny

Palpatine is moving aggressively to seal off borders, stifle government communication, bring back torture, and beta-test martial law in Chicago, so I’m glad I found something to laugh about today. I needed this. Here it is: Bad Lip Reading has been around for a long time, apparently. Several years at least, been featured on Ellen…

Good morning, Palpatine

…and goodnight, America, you’ve been great. I wish I’d appreciated you while we were together. I tend to be negative and find faults in you. I tend to be an iconoclast, but today I realize we had it pretty good together, you and I. I’m sorry you had to die. No, I will not give…