Category Archives: anger

Under the Rug

Unbridled sadness sweeps me under the rug on the floor of oblivion, where cringing and standing tall are the same. My oceans are vast, my salmon are few, swimming with me under this rug; my heart is a defiant afterthought. … Continue reading

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Spirit, Living

I am a spirit living in the aging body of a white man. People I admire despise my meat. People I despise glorify my biological ancestry. The crux ignored: I am a spirit, living. (

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Beneficent Predation

(Note: John Muir walked through North American wilderness without a weapon. His agenda was simply to be where he was. But he was also made of steel and knew how to fight. jrs) Mean-spirited people flourish when good hearts look … Continue reading

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The Prince of Rankle

Rankled. Can’t sugar-coat it, just annoyed at everything, mostly myself. It’s chemistry. I should be upbeat. I should feel free: the monkey is gone. I allow the city to choke my peace. I have an idea and pretend it is … Continue reading

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