The calm of a warm winters day sets inJanuary still shows itself in long shadowsfrom a low set sun and cooling breezeA mid afternoon sit upon the porchBreathing deep speaks well to my bodyA dram of whiskey sitting beside meSipped slowly speaks well to my soulRemember to take in the slow moments For they are … Continue reading A Winters Dram
Notes On: “The Origins Of Totalitarianism” – Six
“God created neither men—whose origin clearly is procreation—nor peoples—who came into being as the result of human organization.”Excerpt FromThe Origins of TotalitarianismHannah Arendthttps://books.apple.com/us/book/the-origins-of-totalitarianism/id427715967This material may be protected by copyright. A person, in a natural state (I say understanding that this is a loaded statement), owes nothing but to ones self. A group of people only … Continue reading Notes On: “The Origins Of Totalitarianism” – Six
A New Day: Thirteen
“As I wake, with my home about me, I wonder…”
A New Day: Twelve
The sky is clear above my home...
A New Day: Eleven
A thrumming, low and deepening, began...
A New Day: Ten
Although chilled, a warmer air encircles my home. With wary hope my family begins the day. As I leave to begin my labor the others acknowledge me with looks of confusion.
A New Day: Nine
Echos from the past ride this cold wind around my home. We all stand ready, set pensive, at the sound of it. I shudder at this labor, but the others beacon me with welcoming support.
A New Day: Eight
The air, like a whisper of unknowable wisdom, is deepened cold. My family huddled against this as they join me to behold the day. I too wish to huddle against this thing, but my labor beckons me.
On the Electoral College
The Electoral College is a complicated system that the United States uses to decide its President. Yes, how an Elector votes is meant to be based off of individual votes, it is who gets the most that wins, rather then the popular vote. This system has become controversial in recent years as it feels for … Continue reading On the Electoral College
A New Day: Seven
A mid cycle sun besets our home with false hope. Even knowing this reality, my family is well. My labor begins slow, but with dutiful purpose.
