INSTANT DOGMA
Opinions, essays, blog posts, articles, op-eds, ruminations, soapbox rants, and much more
Opinions, essays, blog posts, articles, op-eds, ruminations, soapbox rants, and much more
Speculative fictions, short stories, sci-fi, cli-fi, otherworlds, futurisms, humanisms, and more
Poetry (take the bad with the good), streams of (un)consciousness, lyrics, and (too) much more
IN CASE OF EMERGENCE… Find the courage to live up to your vision. When the fear surges take another breath. If you’ve lost the narrative keep writing anyway. Build a foundation worthy of your failures. Remember where you’re from so you can get back. It’s all a cosmic movie being written on the fly. Your
The pumps were working day and night, emitting a low (and not unpleasant) humming sound and the faint stench of rotting flesh. Since the discovery three years ago of the first large deposit, thousands were attracted here by the promise of steady work and maybe even a chance to become wealthy fast. For those
The consensus of climate science has given us about a decade to turn things around. That’s not a literal deadline or doomsday prophecy; this isn’t Y2K or an exact-date apocalypse, but a political and scientific statement. It means that we have roughly a decade (at current projections) to make some hard and necessary changes
The Legend of QUEEN ARTHUR and her nights at the Round Table Sally Arthur — a 30-something single mother of three, server at a local restaurant, and artist in her spare time — could sling hash like nobody’s business. Not that she literally slung hash (which to her sounded like a euphemism for something unsavory),
we’re sleepwalking through the apocalypse building castles with sand from the hourglass catching rays from a sun gone supernova drinking manmade water from a dry well cheering for teams when the game is over buying all the lies when it’s time to sell making believe while refusing to grieve group thinking while the ship
Somehow in the process of building modern high-tech lives, we’ve lost sight of more basic human rhythms and forgotten how to sleep. Not entirely, of course — people still obviously do sleep — but as a cultural phenomenon we’re starting to see the accumulated effects of chronic sleep deprivation take hold. This may have
Heading back “home” again always made Hayley feel both anxious and excited. They say the road can be cold and lonely, and a lot of the time it was. But it was also filled with grand adventures and wondrous sights. Still, none of it meant anything without those trips back home—with its warmth and
THIRTY PAST It is all of value. The tedious is filled with mystery. Eyes have no end. Even brown walls are Zen. The present is a long-enough history. — NOTE: This was written in the early 1990s while on the move; it’s just a little snippet about being in the moment and appreciating every single
This is your last post. ‘Nuff said. Well, it’s actually the first, but as it falls down the queue it’ll be the last one you read, so I suppose this really is goodbye! Which seems like a fitting place to delve into a rant about technology and society, after all. Is there any other