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What's Good for the Goose is Good for the Gosling; Rarely

What’s Good for the Goose is Good for the Gosling; Rarely

“the Man that will make such an execrable Pun as that in my Company, will pick my Pocket” –John Dennis according to an epistle written by Benjamin Victor in 1722

2 a.m. came with the caterwauling of two geese. I’m guessing the noise was a result of a fight they were having with a Bremerton raccoon. The prize for said was their eggs. I’m certain they lost, the geese. This is the nature of a…

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2015 in review The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt:

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Human Dum-Dum “I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness.”

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That’s Me in the Corner: Prologue "Look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments: everybody judges, all the time.

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Churchill’s Dog "That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward."

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Something new for your reading pits

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You May Be Right "The unexamined life is not worth living, man" --Demetri Martin It has been since March last I darkened this particular internet doorway.

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Turbulent

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Cold reality

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I Love the Smell of Crushed Rock in the Morning, or Gorilla in the Dust

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Low Winter Moon

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It's like war selling these laundry baskets...

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It's Been a Minute: But Fear Lightly

It’s Been a Minute: But Fear Lightly

smile and the whole world in his hands…

I’m still working on chapter 3…My brain produced a new plot element that has to be included in chapter 3.  This called for a re-write…after an existential melt-down…forgive my stating of the obvious, won’t you?

It’s been tough…this adventure to the garden isle.  I’m having a hard time finding my rhythm.  Especially with regard to writing time (the time I…

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a short story

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LAX is a Shithole: A Third of an Haiku

LAX is a shithole.

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Shaking Anemia

waiting in an airport restaurant...where fearful men use their hair to hide their foreheads...

it's a stasis...a womb from which the melee can be observed...it appears even more frenzied than it felt when I was in "the shit" (to borrow the nomenclature of: The Kids)...

now I enjoy an Italian Sweet Sausage from a woman named Jodi...it is just the fix to steel my courage and suppress my shakiness...

inspired, I dive into my messenger bag for my pad of paper and feverishly scribble down some words...

no matter, most will be discarded once reason is restored and sugars are balanced...

the sausage comforts me as I contemplate the possibility that I've made the biggest mistake of my life (this is no small feat; though many things change, the "Biggest Mistake of My Life" competition remains contentious week in and week out)...

it is the perfect salve...

though there is no dignified way to eat it, my dignity becomes less and less relevant in the embrace of an L.A. local IPA...