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wring out the old

December 26, 2025
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in the kitchen the sanitizer buckets/must be changed every two hours/to ensure potency of solution.

there’s a sweet dishwasher lady/who can often be found scrubbing surface after surface/right by the dispenser of sanitizer solution. one day soon i would like to surprise her/by greeting her in her native language with a purity of accent/that startles her.

two hours of slicing overripe tomatoes/makes my sanitizer rag/as gruesome as a bandage that needs changing/so part of my sanitizer-changing ritual often includes a thorough hot-water rinsing

and the wringing of the rinsed rag is something i do with all the squeeze i can muster

takes four squeezes to get it down to the last dribs

but there’s always a couple dribs that get resorbed with the relaxation of the hands

few things wring completely

but some chapters of our life will wring true if we live right

skip

December 25, 2025
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the early tv shows were “brought to you by” a sponsor, maybe two

later sesame Street would claim their shows were brought to you by a letter of the alphabet

now even three-minute video reels are interrupted by commercials

and the “skip” button seems to be being disappeared

so “skip” is itself skipped

so the hell with watching random stuff that is rudely, spoilingly interrupted

we will stop wasting time when we skip all that

but let’s not skip the opportunity

to rejoice in the usefulness of the word

a word that you can call a captain

or the manager of a baseball team

a word that describes a flat thrown stone

as it interacts with a pond

a stutter step half-run

the unexpected untenanting of an apartment

to avoid paying rent

something you do to y’lou

dismissal of an uninteresting anecdote mid-sentence

a needle jumping the groove of a vinyl record

a british lidless dumpster

..

i just went to an online dictionary for more definitions

and got an infiniti commercial

..

we are done here

alignment

December 25, 2025
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with the winter solstice

of 2025

some stones that had been arranged

millennia ago

magnetically attracted

thousands of people

from far-flung regions

and pomegranates were eaten

and rituals followed.

..

five thousand years ago

people figured out how to track the seasons

using the shadows of hewn stones

and this alignment

casts another shadow

on who we have been

and who we might become

if we pay enough attention.

giftie gie us

December 23, 2025
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“O wad some power the giftie gie us/To see oursels as ithers see us!” Robert Burns, from “To a Louse”

“giftie noun/Scottish/gift; faculty” Merriam-Webster’s Online Dictionary

it is a season to trade gifts/to show appreciation/to bring a one that fair uplifts/and brightens an occasion

my lovely donna waits for me/in faraway toledo/which is excruciatingly/like penguins in a speedo

i bought her something just today/a tiny bonsai tree/placed in a vessel made of clay/made recently by me

the man will take my pot and then/with elbow grease, good people/contrive to drill and grind and spend/himself to make a weep-hole

so keep your fingers crossed, good friends/in hopes there is no cracking/and that this venture hap’ly ends/in joy and fun unlacking

and that we follow well the rules/and keep the wee tree healthy

and with the years contentment fuels/a trove that’s truly wealthy.

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Afterword: There is a Donna in Toledo, Ohio, waiting for me, whom I am immensely proud to call my Sweetheart. I will be uprooting myself from Phoenix and going cross-country to live with her, we hope forever, some months from now; but much sooner I am flying to Toledo to be with her for a few days, and we will exchange gifts. The bonsai merchant will have, by this time tomorrow, used a masonry drill and a grinder to put a weep-hole in the bottom of the triangular vessel I made some weeks ago. It is unlikely that I will be able to present the bonsai to Donna before I make the move, but it is already hers.

I Want My Country Back

December 20, 2025
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O how I want The Ed Sullivan Show

I want good cheer and decency

James Stewart and Donna Reed (and The Donna Reed Show)

I want civil rights and equal opportunity

Double-feature movies

Bazooka Joe gum for a penny and you got a tiny comic strip too

I want moms yelling for their kids for supper from the front porch

Hide-And-Go-Seek

John F. Kennedy after the Cuban missile crisis and before his assassination

..

For the record America has always been deeply flawed

There has never not been racism

Never not been corruption in high places

But there has always been a beating, striving heart

And now all the strings are being pulled by the heartless

And in the Oval Office is a megalomaniac who makes Alexander the Great almost look like a shrinking violet

It is not the country I grew up believing we could have

It is the country worse than my nightmares

..

Good people are fighting tooth and nail to get my country back

Bad people are threatening them with death

And have in fact killed some of them

We The People includes saints and murderers

And You The Person have the power to fight the evil

Please fight

Be decent and good and stand up to bullying

Be thoughtful and kind and march and pray and vote

Be heroic

It is not too late

winterkus

December 20, 2025
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an early sundown/a protracted sense of doom/to steal a soul’s heat

when a dog shivers/huddling in a bitter wind/your home is her home

holiday lights twink/and hot cider makes you think/cheer is a good brink

footprints in the snow/so you look up and fog breath/shows some exertion

electric blankets/make you feel like toasted bread/better turn it down

somehow meteors/despite incineration/look frightfully cold

you are a furnace/and it is your duty now/to provide your warmth

fugue in slightly minor key/sea

December 19, 2025
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we need not fight

but sometimes we chide and throw shade and diss

which are microfights

subfights

slight fights

slights

..

we need not curse

but jeeminy crickets do we euphemise

and there are even schisms

in our euphemisms

..

still

life

beckons

we have days that are nice

a dais spiced with mischief

and daisies shifting in a breeze

suitable for a bucolic frieze

zephyr-shifted

in that slight wind

on our slightly-tilted earth

with a yellow dwarf of a sun

convecting our splendiferous atmosphere

beguiling us to preening

as we’re here

gilgamesh is gone

December 18, 2025
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“Whence Came We? What Are We? Whither Go We?” –Title to one of Paul Gauguin’s most mysterious paintings

about four thousand days ago

plus or minus an order of magnitude or two

there was a great local flood

and people have remembered it in myths

because myths inspire and drive us

(just ask tolkien or campbell)

..

meanwhile it is with great sadness that we note

that just this week raw tragedy occurred

two deaths

a father and mother done in by a berserker son

and all kinds of wounds are fresh

in millions of souls

wounds inflicted by the stark wrongness

of loving parents slain

by a son who would not be helped

..

surely new myths are already being wrought

because we like stories

and what a story premise we have here

but the problem with myths

is that they act as baffles to understanding

they act to mislead us from wisdom

..

now it is especially important

for us to discard our love for a juicy narrative

and try to arrive at understanding of this nihilistic act

and with that understanding

however minuscule

arrive at a means of coping

..

gilgamesh of legend

survivor of the flood

is gone

if he ever was here

and make-believe is good for some things

horrendous for others

rude rage

December 17, 2025
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some time in the last fifty years

“quality control” became “quality assurance”

and more recently

“problems” became “issues”

but, marketing aside, rage turns people with weapons

into murderers

and free-floating rage

is on the rise

hatred has waxed and lightheartedness waned

..

some time after rodney king got his meat tenderized

by a gang of cops with their handheld hitting devices

he asked “can’t we all just get along?”

but all of us getting along would be catastrophic

for the manufacturers of weapons

so no, rodney, we won’t be getting along

any time soon

..

a man with fruit cart placed himself in harm’s way

to keep a gunman from making holes in some folks

not of his faith

and the gunman made two holes in his arm

..

frustration makes us ruder

and may make us enraged

and abraham zapruder

our smartphone use presaged.