Waiting Room
A warm, steady rain. Sirens half a mile away. A common sound these days. Doctor, I have pain. It’s fading now. To rain. ~ [ 2074 ]
Archive for February 2026
Reliably Slow
Never sent a text, Or had a mobile phone. The best apps I know? Mourning dove, Rising moon. ~ [ 2073 ]
Long Shadows
During a brisk walk by the river yesterday morning, we saw two vacant, rugged osprey nests — one in a tall, dead cottonwood tree, the other in a sparse, narrow fir. Both will likely be in use again this spring and summer. We did hear an osprey calling out from over the water, but we didn’t catch sight of it. There are hints of spring in the landscape, though the […]
Solo Syndrome
Why spend a precious lifetime trying to be someone, trying to make a name while going it alone, when all you really need is to be unknown and be in tune? ~ [ 2071 ]
Wise Man Silent
So many ways of publishing — I would gladly step away from it all And be a bird singing from a treetop, or a wise man silent on the roof. ~ [ 2070 ]
Thoughts Along the Way
As I sit here watching the world go by, I remind myself that those who sign up to terrorize their fellow human beings suffer from a lifetime of anger, fear, loneliness, and trauma. In this way they’re like the wealthy, powerful bullies whose unconscionable bidding they do. Their outlook is beyond sad. Isolated as they are, seeking security and a sense of belonging in numbers, they epitomize the tragedy of […]
Choirs
Let’s not rely on teams and committees, congresses and senates, parliaments, houses, and courts. Instead, let’s form choirs for all ages, and from all ethnic backgrounds, and all walks of life. Let’s have a widespread wealth of daily public performances, and broadcast these instead of speeches and news. Let’s remind one another that we’re made not for strife, but for song — indeed, that this grand manifestation we call the […]
Yes, Now
I run half a mile more. Sometimes I feel I can run forever. Then I realize I already have, and do, through the mountains, between the stars. I turn a few more pages, tho’ I’ve read all the books, and have been all the characters. And I write a few more words, in this, my present language, Tho’ I’ve already written them all, and said them all, and you’ve read […]
William Michaelian 