The Flying Wiking

No one wants a taxi driver to laugh when you tell them where you want go, especially when that place is your hotel, or what you thought was your hotel. When my family arrived in Iceland everything went reasonably smoothly, reasonably being defined by our travel history is arriving in the right place and not … More The Flying Wiking

The longest Day

This one was not my fault. I must say this up front because generally when something goes wrong on a family vacation it is my fault: Not having a Speedo to wear at Aquaboulevard when one was needed, having two reservations at two hotels with very similar names, getting attacked by gypsies at an ATM, … More The longest Day

The Siesta

Framed and finished A once blank canvas was Pulled tight, Stretched and Prepared. Vincent Dabbed color on this empty Space, Mixing yellow swirls Around two napping Field workers dreaming Of skies as blue as Vincent’s. Where workers rest Beneath golden haystacks Undisturbed by the Sweating grunting world.

My $400 Chickens

For about three years my wife has wanted chickens. She has been reading chicken books, visiting chickens, thinking about chickens and talking about someday having chickens. We have enough property for chickens, but I haven’t wanted them for one reason: I don’t want chickens. Sure I would like some fresh eggs but I can get … More My $400 Chickens

Easter in Palestine

The boys searched the scorched ground For bits of a new martyr. Fresh scraps mixed with ancient dirt Shrouding their task. Shouting to friends, Gathering to examine their found treasures. Easter this year was cold. The northern wind blew sand and rain. The children were not deterred. They hunted the dunes finding bright plastic eggs. … More Easter in Palestine

Metro Sonnets

The Metro Stairs What Freudian brutes roam beneath these streets? Sheiks from the abyss, subterranean Movements, a shrouded caliginous beast Stalks the innocent, chanting Chaldean. Is there virtue below these cobble stoned Boulevards, a dawn in a sunless land? Is there a place for those who have atoned? A place for those who follow your … More Metro Sonnets

Would Orwell Love the Bush Administration?: 4/2/2004

In 1948, when George Orwell was writing 1984, he modeled his Big Brother government after Joseph Stalin’s regime in Russia. The oppressive Big Brother was always watching, always at war and always controlling the flow of information to the people of Oceania (England and the Americas). Does this sound familiar to anyone out there? Well … More Would Orwell Love the Bush Administration?: 4/2/2004