Pursuing an Art in a Poor Country Full of Morons

Making a living from art is really hard in a country where people decorate their home with cheap garbage from Hobby Lobby and T.J. Maxx. A century ago people’s most prized possessions were nice things made by artists. Photographs, lamps, armoires, paintings, sculptures, and jewelry were the nice things. People who still like that stuff…

This DACA business

my own miserable useless opinion about people treating each other as people

“Propaganda has absolutely nothing to do with truth.”

The Nazis are on the march. These marchers like the suffragette marchers, civil rights marchers, gay pride marchers, and Nazis of the past won’t be defeated by violence on the streets. America is in an ideological and cultural war, where the right side of history is slowly winning. The “left” as the white supremacists and…

Leaving Giant Footprints

It’s really hard being a poor American and a nature lover living in a way that doesn’t contribute to the collective footprint on the environment of the world. You can be a vegan and you can walk everywhere and live in a cardboard box and you’re still playing into the industrialized global destruction of the…

Fucking Rich People

You grew up poor and you’re going to die poor like generations before you. Capitalism was created by a man who believed compassion was a natural human feeling. The truth is people are cannibals, rapists, narcissists, predators, and status junkies. The truth is capitalism leaves room for advancement by only the most exceptional of people….

Deep in the Suburbs and Isolated: a poem

Isolation used to be sought. Hours spent driving to the country for peace and quiet. Now it`s dreaded in a metropolis of over a million. Divided by highways and miles of surrounding parking lots and the distraction of television and social media. It’s an isolation of sensory overload without any real quiet. The local woods…

Two Years of Blogging Today

I started writing again two years ago today on the advice of a Facebook friend I found on Craigslist and never met in person. It’s funny how often people come and go out of our lives and what a huge influence they can make and how easily their names are forgotten. Any stranger on any…