|Langley harbor, Whidbey Island. 2016 |
Saturday, February 18, 2017
By age 2 we were artists;
Poets by 3
At 4 we discovered un-seen worlds
Turning 5 we could fly
But 6 meant school, rulers, visibility, work, mirror-gaze;
Leaving our wings behind us
Soon children will be home from class
Each day small parts of them disappear
Multiply and divide into others
Even as they grow into bigness
We shall not come to know love by the pound
But by the mile
Love from grandpapa kids <3 nbsp="" p="">
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
I'm trying out a new writing style: Action Sci-Fi & Fantasy in Space.
“Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world,
This is as marvelous as being there in the beginning.” Jean Baudrillard.
*Deep Space 9 1/2 weeks.*
Scene: Chief of Security charges into the command bridge shouting excitedly:
“Captain somehow a chimpanzee has escaped the science lab.”
“Look out!” shouts the First Officer, “he’s gotten ahold of a loaded pistol!”
“Who brings a gun into space,” asks the Weapons Officer alarmed,
“One shot would pierce the hull and doom us all to a hideous death.”
Right then the chimp took off his space-diaper and started peeing all over the captain’s chair.
“Ha ha, at least nobody’s bored anymore.” Joked the Second Officer
“Especially after so much hyper-sleep,” added the Ensign.
“Can’t we all just agree to get along?” The Star-Navigator pleaded.
“Living in a space ship is really dull and this chimp is entertaining.”
“Even funny sometimes.” Crew person #2
“When he’s not masturbating.” Crew person #3
“Or pointing his gun at us.” Crew person #2
“Who knows,” The ships chaplain prayerfully offered
“Maybe its God’s will that the chimp got this gun?”
“Yes.” Nodded the first-mate, “and we’d all be safer if everyone on board had guns too.”
“Maybe we should just make the chimp captain,” added the second-mate laughing.
“That would teach those snobby suits back at corporate a lesson.”
Many of the crew nodded their heads in agreement and smiled at the chimp with approval;
“Thats madness,” the Science Officer argued through clenched teeth.
“Let’s take a vote,” suggested the Second-Officer.