Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

Every 100 years, the Earth gets a whole new crop of people. Round and round we go.

Remember how plastic bags were going to save the environment by no longer having to use trees for paper sacks? Now the entire planet is littered with plastic bags…they hang from ever fence, blow through every field, and droop from…

Am I beautiful to you? A man broken down immaculate? A soul tarnished and tattered, a heart broken and torn, a mind scattered with foggy dreams? Am I beautiful to you? A human being thirsty for love, hungry for meaning,…

Cultivating good taste is the process of enhancing one’s ability to discriminate critically between the beautiful and the ugly.

All the old ones are leaving us now, time ticks on as they slip through the back door. All the songs are silenced now, they won’t be sung like that anymore. All the old ones are leaving us now, and…

New Mexico moon drooping down to the ground, dark shadow and shining light. New Mexico moon through my cabin window, crisp morning air starts the morning right.

Living the good life: We lost all of our fur and covered our naked selves with woven cotton. We paved over our Green Forests with black asphalt, cashed in our freedom for a climate controlled job at the office. We…

The flames slowly dance while laping and licking the sides of the metal, like late night enchanted Lovers floating across the tavern floor. Too intoxicated to care, too enthralled to notice…