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I cannot explain what dread means in this small space.
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So today I am in the midst of the American heartland working on a survey of public opinion. It's a survey of mostly political and social issues, so it is a little volatile, and the area in which I am... Continue reading
Posted Nov 19, 2021 at Gratuitous Dread Presence
When you have a cat around you there is always a point in the day in which you stop whatever you're doing and take a few moments to pet the cat. You might say a few nice words while scratching behind the ears or just quietly stroke their silky fur... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2021 at
This morning at 2:53 am in a room that was carefully darkened with the light and hum of electronic machinery a group of trained cheerleaders shouting strangely as the sound did not bounce off the deadened walls and unknown to passers by G-d was born. Yet again His forehead was... Continue reading
Posted Feb 14, 2021 at
I was hitch hiking across country with some companions and we stopped at a bar in Brownsville Texas to make a phone call. Sitting in a corner table was Carl Jung. He had a almost full bottle of blended tequila in front of him and two glasses. I asked him... Continue reading
Posted Feb 8, 2021 at
The good sisters that now lie in the mud beneath my feet now know evil because they've seen it heavier then the stones and earth pressing upon their flesh or what's left of it amiable pathway for the verdant vine intertwining a wired fence to keep out the curious such... Continue reading
Posted Feb 5, 2021 at
On a certain crisp fall day a kitten ran up to me while I was raking leaves. His tail was in the air and all I had to do to make him purr was scratch around his ears. He was brown with a black nose and tail. He looked at... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2021 at
“I belong right here,” she said and stamped her foot upon the soft earth that ran far beyond where I could see disappearing into the rolling hills studded with ripening corn. “I can teach you,” she cried the promise of knowledge upon her lips and distance in her eyes as... Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2021 at
On the occasion to be a banker holding pennies for the the penniless copper disks conducting affluence and gravy with the roast soft to the butter knife yet so chewy that it takes hours just to swallow. Realizing that it's time to be franker I count, straightforwardly, the value of... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2021 at
Can I complain about the status of the government Hypocritical vestige of an ideal Beset in the petty of the gravel and assorted trash Found in in a dry urban gutter Or an instance of injustice My indignancies braying and... Continue reading
Posted Nov 24, 2018 at Gratuitous Dread Presence
I want to live in a small town And be in the small town life Have a house just a couple of streets over From the cornfields or maybe the gully Yet hear the traffic from the main drag From my open window On one of those summer evenings Hearing... Continue reading
Posted Jan 6, 2018 at
I softly cried when I saw the child cower under the thin blanket meant to fend off the poverty of cold but useless when confronted by my jack-booted foot so early in the morning once fueled by righteousness of law now softened by my philosophy of action. I softly sobbed... Continue reading
Posted Dec 31, 2017 at
Maybe this time I'll be a little sharper, a little wittier, a little more reverent. But I can't guarantee that. Continue reading
Posted Dec 26, 2017 at
Coming from an island of blue-green water the murmur of laughter and fun times muddled by the still, hot air splashing whiffs of chlorine and I am no longer a man but a plant. But not just a plant but... Continue reading
Posted Jan 5, 2017 at Gratuitous Dread Presence
Isabella left her hat upon a post painted green next to the well where it would respond to the folly of a vicious wind in the early summer. I watched it as I left knowing that she was going to... Continue reading
Posted Mar 22, 2015 at Gratuitous Dread Presence
Jack felt that his life had little point; that is no matter what he did he wouldn't be able to ever achieve any goal, any benefit to society. He would often go to a nearby park and marvel at the age and stature of the magnificent trees there and would... Continue reading
Posted May 5, 2014 at
The pain from the disease hit Jeff in the chest just before three in the afternoon. It was a sharp pain somewhat near his chest but a bit lower that caused him to gasp and black out for a moment.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2013 at Gratuitous Dread Presence
There wasn't really very interesting about Sam other then the fact that he was missing part of his ring finger on his right hand. It didn't give him any problems though and people generally didn't notice unless he pointed it out but it did make him feel somewhat inferior. What... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2013 at
“You’re not allowed out so you’ll have to relax.” Stanley almost didn’t hear the words at first—he was still traumatized by the whirlwind events that had just happened—plucked off a log near his home and put into a series of boxes and cages until an ominous small white coffin carried... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2013 at
“Do you know why kittens have big ears?” He said, gently scratching behind her ears and careful to avoid the tick gently slurping. “It's so they can hear well.” I said. “Everyone knows that. They hunt at night and having sensitive hearing is a big advantage. “And you'd agree that... Continue reading
Posted May 6, 2013 at
He thought it must be a crime when he saw her. It was the way she was dressed, black spandex and a blouse that appeared at first glance to be made of feathers. Deep russet the color was but he couldn't help but to think of her as a bird,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2013 at
It was rare for the wind to blow from the north but on a certain Thursday it did and that's when the stray cat in the abandoned garage across the street gave birth to three kittens. That east wind also brought cold to that late march and the mother struggled... Continue reading
Posted Feb 5, 2013 at
Frederick didn't like cats. This wouldn't have been a problem if cats also didn't like Frederick, but they did and so when he would find one they would immediately rub up against his leg as if he was the only person on the planet to ever pay attention to them.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2013 at
Across the street from my home is a house made of red brick. Behind that is a large oak tree which spreads it's great limbs across several yards, including the home just behind the red brick home. In that house lived a cat. He came to me one fall afternoon... Continue reading
Posted Jan 21, 2013 at
There must be a place for me in between the raindrops of this summer storm--that's so warm at least until it stops. There must be a place for me under the soft gray clouds no lightning flashers--no thunder crashes just... Continue reading
Posted Jul 15, 2012 at Gratuitous Dread Presence
I was sitting at home when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a small man wearing an orange suit and tie. He seemed to be of middle eastern or perhaps even east Asian descent... Continue reading
Posted Apr 23, 2012 at sub~Urban Blog