The cardboard cogitation

Paizlee questioned Daxten’s intentions on a daily basis. I just don’t know what he’s thinking – I mean what he’s REALLY thinking, she thought. While the college classmates had only known each other a few months, they now found their lives intertwined. They found that working together in the produce section of their town’s local…

An intuitive cache

As a kleiner junge (small boy) growing up in Germany I had heard the stories of the ancient Greeks’ view of our world. Unlike his contemporaries of the day, the Athenian philosopher Plato knew the Earth was a sphere. The entire universe, every star and planet, were suspended around us as “crystal spheres”. When I…

A discrepant schism

Many grade school science experiments stress the importance of observation as a primary objective. One observation by NASA recently was of little surprise to those of us that are experiencing the heat – that global temperatures so far this year are much higher than in the first half of 2015. Beyond this announcement, global warming…

Distressed déjà vu

The German-born American poet, novelist and short story writer, Henry Charles Bukowski wrote, “We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” After this observation and until the time…

Word of honor

As a freshman high school soccer player in Mesquite, he was already the varsity equivalent of his fellow Aquarian, Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro. Like Ronaldo, he scored at least one goal in every game he ever played. David Ermenegildo Indolor had become known as “Mr. Futbol” in his youth, playing the forward position and…

A curious attraction

By some accounts, the girl would have been called flighty, by others they would have tagged her most certainly as a hugger-mugger at such a young age. Her mother Rylie was the complete contrapositive at that age and certainly now at her advanced age. Rylie was born near a rye field to a tenant farmer…

A midnight paradox

Is it better to hate to love something or love to hate something? Is it even a question or is it a consideration between these extremes?  I couldn’t stop thinking about this as I wrestled within the sheets and readjusted my pillows. I found myself occasionally stopping for a moment and becoming fixated on the…

Clouds far behind me

The tornado notifications started coming across each of our mobile devices. We were under full alert that something was about to happen between a drizzle and full on armageddon. It was the end of the month and the end of the quarter so many of us were unable leave the office early for the extended…

A routine predicament

Today is my 2,569th day of retirement. It still feels a bit surreal. Yes, I am proud to say it does get better with time. I am the master of my domain and my schedule, though my schedule has been all too predictable for most of the past seven years. On most mornings like today,…

The golden experience

The artist for the travel guide had illustrated some of the mix of deciduous and coniferous trees we would encounter along the meandering trail but I was certain I could sketch those better from memory. This wasn’t a hike by any hiking definition – this was an effortless walk. The paved loop trail was short…

A galactic glimmer

The crew had traveled some 40 light years to reach this distinct set of five planets. The planets were surrounding the sun-like star they had admired since their time as amateur astronomers in their childhood. There was the one planet deemed “super-earth” and four other gas giants, one of which possessed a habitable zone and…

A mimical finesse?

The district of Dalston originally began as a hamlet within the parish of Hackney in the northeast part of London. The origins of its name was unremarkable as it developed on either side of Dalston Lane. While I was standing approximately 4,624 miles away from Dalston in New Orleans, Louisiana, I couldn’t help but think…