The More I Hear, The More I Fear
Month: November 2016
What Irony
A round of applause for Mick Z’azworsky who created this meme.
Sensing My Dismay at the Election Results, My Wife’s Dog Presses Against Me
From one of the best, Robert Okaji.
Sensing My Dismay at the Election Results, My Wife’s Dog Presses Against Me
And when I roll over, my toe finds a hole in the not
inexpensive 400 thread count percale sheet and rips
down its length, and I wonder if I should extend this
metaphor to include walls and the unbearable weight
of societal collapse, or hatred with small hands and
minds or faces like pale disks of whitewashed emptiness
glaring at my friends, or, well, my wife and I, across
the restaurant’s laminate booths or the potholed street
by the bus stop. I recall the woman’s sneer and hushed
commentary that afternoon, and though I wanted to
correct her mistaken assumption (hey, lady, I’m not
Hispanic) and redirect her bigotry to the correct ethnicity,
I chose instead to smile and wave goodbye, to drive to
the polls and cast my ballot, one drop in that dark bucket
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Facade
flawless illusion
reality intervenes
eroded facade
behind the bright mask
uncovered with a flourish
truth cloaked alibis
one fine victory
a fallacious feast for eyes
gives what isn’t seen
The word “facade” is another I ploddingly mispronounced for many years. Until I was 16 or so I thought it was /fu•kāde/. I’ll tackle “docile” next.
Peace, people!
WordPress Premature Publication or Textual Dysfunction
I’m having an issue with premature publication on WordPress. Often, I’ll have several pieces queued up to publish on future dates. If I go into a piece to edit it, WordPress totally ignores my original date of scheduled publication and publishes it immediately when I click the update button.
This makes me say bad words as I rush to change the date and delete the post from my Facebook page. I’m becoming fluent in bad words. Ok, I was already fluent in bad words, but the ones I’m using are beyond the pale.
Any suggestions for preventing premature publication, viagra, perhaps for textual dysfunction?
Commonweal on Trump: A Time to Pray-Spot on
Commonweal, the Catholic magazine, published an editorial about the election of Donald Trump. The editors are deeply concerned about Trump’s lack of empathy for those in need. They hope he wi…
Trump EXPLODES After SNL Humiliates Him; Alec Baldwin Has The PERFECT Response (TWEETS) – New Century Times — Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess — O LADO ESCURO DA LUA-Too flipping funny! You go Alec Baldwin!
Excellent piece! Read more at cornfedcontessa.com.
http://newcenturytimes.com/2016/11/20/trump-explodes-after-snl-humiliates-him-alec-baldwin-has-the-perfect-response-tweets/ via Trump EXPLODES After SNL Humiliates Him; Alec Baldwin Has The PERFECT Response (TWEETS) – New Century Times — Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess
Cailleach
Perfection! Read more at scottishmomus.wordpress.com.
maelstrom, turbulence
her winter washing
ritual by the hag
her mantle snowed
tempest tossed
in Gulf of Corryvreckan
ushers change
in cauldron of the plaid
A Lincoln Perspective
Vice-President elect Mike Pence had his precious little snowflake feelings hurt when he was booed while attending a performance of the Broadway musical, HAMILTON, this past weekend.
What did the homophobic Pence expect? A standing ovation for advocating conversion therapy for gays? A ticker tape parade for denying the rights of gay couples?
Gosh, poor Pence was really treated disrespectfully.
Oasis
On the other side of the desert, behind the third dune on the left, lies a patch of emerald
Lushness surrounding a small, irregularly shaped pond of surprisingly bright turquoise
Wanderers of every type have marked this oasis on their maps in bold strokes of ebony
Lest they venture off course and forget to count the dunes or consult the compass rose
I traveled there once, in the days of my youth on a humped beast, coarse hide of camel
Down hearted, discouraged, my lover lost to another, and I trapped by the monster green
In paradise I languished until roused from my reverie by a note written in crimson
Return home, my love, the words inscribed, without you here all the days are turned to gray
The choice was mine, remain in the land of dunes eating figs or settle for black and white.
Just for grins, here’s Maria Muldaur’s Midnight at the Oasis.
Praying for Eyebrowz 