Monday, August 3, 2015

break up

ink on paper
When you insult life or appearances, you’re insulting the intelligence or unity, the coherence of things. The world might feel overwhelming and chaotic when in fact everything is organized according to gravity, speed of light, weather patterns, cause and effect. If one examines reality in a scientific manner, things do not appear haphazard. The world is not arranged in an absurd manner. Each detail makes sense in relation to an infinite myriad of other details.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

General Foakheem

Dr. Jane Wormsly, Department of Helminthology, Lumpkins University and avid student of history came across recently released documents of General Foakheem. General Foakheem, outspoken rebel leader and brilliant strategist during the Yee-Haw Controversy, fired soft brown beans from a latex-lined hemp bag. He was a powerful man with an explosive temper. It was considered best to never get caught in a suffocating blast of General Foakheem hot air. His rhetoric was something not easy to forget.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

it's ok to be happy

Lohbado remembered final evaluation, the last yearly review, when as a PBE (Push Button Expert) he was called into the Chief’s office. A pudgy man in a neat pale blue shirt and pleated black trousers about sixty sat behind a computer. A motion of his hand towards a chair indicated Lohbado should sit down. He glanced at Lohbado, without saying a word and swiveled the computer monitor so Lohbado could see his file on screen, a chart with statistics. Lohbado knew the real file was hidden. The chart was a front, so Lohbado wouldn’t insist on seeing what people wrote about him. He knew he had enemies in the department. Someone warned him a year ago.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Lohbado goes to the clinic

Lohbado walked up hill to a bistro, ordered a coffee and sat on the terrace. He forgot to bring a sweater. The wind chilled him to the bone. Inside the ribcage felt like a cabinet, or the body of a grandfather clock. Lohbado thought of the Bosch painting, Death and the Miser, in which the miser tries to bribe death, or the skeleton emerging from the closet.

Thursday, July 30, 2015


ink on paper
Lohbado dreamed about the question of being and nonbeing, popularized in the writings of Plato. What is the nature of being? What does it mean to be born, to live and to die? Why is this happening. What is the nature of suffering? How could one attain happiness?

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

bread ritual july 2015

The top administrator misappropriated funds to build a private pleasure house in the country. He bussed personnel to the house of pleasure and instigated exhuberant orgies. He followed the road of excess. After it was over, quivering with the sensation of her body against his, vibrating with her frequency, attuned to her ups and downs, her struggle to live, his heart overflowed with love. 

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Moronovian Meditation

A round cement pad, the remains of a silo that had been torn down leaving only the cement floor, sat in the middle of a field. It reminded him of eroded stone in a graveyard. The cement and rock pulled him inward, a dynamic. The rock opened into a temple where he could sit down, relax and contemplate the mysteries of everyday life. What does it mean to exist? What is the nature of being human?