these are all writings i've churned out since March of 2009, after collecting most of the rest into the 6 books i had printed to give away to any of you who can't live without being reminded of what i have to say about us [eyes roll!]...
let me know if you want hard copies or e-versions and i'll do my best to get them to you... love and hugs, maia
I am enraged at the incompetence and abysmal stupidity of those in charge of things, in what was once thought to be the greatest nation on the planet, and am suffering empathically with all those poor ignored and anguished masses in New Orleans and Mississippi.
I can't stem my pen/fingers' flow, so here you'll find the fruits of my impotent anger and anguish. Please pass them on to anyone/anywhere they may stir people to action.
An irreverent, honest & painfully pin-point-accurate commentary on the human status, our impact on today's world & our future... if we have one. Intended as a column for international syndication, inviting reader participation.
"Having once recognized truth, one can no longer take comfort or pleasure from its compromise."
|Philosetry (poetic philosophy)
Sublimely rhymed or blank and frank, poems of all shapes, 'n sizes on all aspects of humankind's silliest and most serious sides are offered for your enjoyment... or discomfort, if they hit a nerve. The humor should be taken seriously and the serious with a bit of humor.
"The only person one has a right [&, in my opinion, a duty!] to laugh at, is oneself!"
|A new star on the horizon!
Here, you'll find perfectly-crafted and incredibly insightful works of 'philosetry' by a mind-bogglingly young Scots girl of barely 15, whom I've been mentoring for over a year.
I'm indulging her request not to be named, though she deserves to have her name in lights, as far as I'm concerned.
You are sure to see this brilliant young woman become a poet laureate one day. I only wish I weren't so old already that I'll miss seeing her inducted, installed, or whatever it is they do for such honored folks.
'Twould be nice to have positive feedback to pass on to my marvelous mentee, so email me with your thoughts on her work, if so inclined: email@example.com
[Click on "Other Works" to see full list, which includes some items not linked below]
In Whose Name?
Essays & poetry examining the Towers of Babel and houses of God man has raised. In both deadly serious and tongue-in-cheek fashion, the subject of “higher powers” is subjected to inspection, dissection and rather rude questioning of godly motives. More questions are asked than answers attempted.
Reflections: The Naked Apes’ New Clothes
A collection of poetry, images from Medusa’s mirror.
On the Path to Matera
Remembering the Mother Source: Regaining Women's Powers
A collection of essays and poems dedicated to “sisters” everywhere... in this world and in any other... where they await passage to a place where wombankind may live in peace, as once we did here, only so very briefly and so long ago.
A Mother’s Guide to Clean-Living in a Dirty Universe
Written for a hypothetical race of female-only extra- (or ultra-) terrestrials, humans deemed unwilling/unable to learn how to live “cleanly.” In a no-argument-brooked style are “do’s” & “don’t’s” for any occasion. With nothing/no one spared, readers will not easily refute opinions/conclusions presented, much as they might prefer them disproved.
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May 30, 2008: FREE copies of "A Mother's Guide to Clean-Living in a Dirty Universe" [see preview in "Other Works" section of "Writings"] have just arrived from the printer and are now available for any who would like a copy.
Next to come will be "On the Path to Matera," to be followed by four other book-collections of my writings that are listed in the "Other Works" section. All free to any who are open to being "enlightened"--or at least willing to see what our species looks like, without rose-colored lenses.
E-mail request for details: firstname.lastname@example.org
Fictionalized history of the maternal power of wombankind in the time of the first agricultural community in southern italy [12,500 bce], where women invented farming and developed food crops... through the usurpation of their place by envious man, and their subsequent flight to the isles of Malta, where the oldest feminine sanctuaries [9,000 bce] were found in our own time.
Post-apocalyptic, prophetic contemporary tale describing mankind’s overdue comeuppance. Set on the Hopi mesas and based on their prophecies.
The Erudite Human’s Glossary of Oxymorons, Redundant Double-Talk, Language of Diplomacy, & Other Forked Tongues
Taking the ridiculous to their equally ridiculous extremes... offers a wealth of further nonsensical bons mots for the ironically-inclined.
Only Women Can Save the World
Bit's 'n pieces of a half-baked, probably hare-brained plan by which the major half of the human race just might possibly be able to save their habitat from the minor half's downward-spiraling, mismanaged, self-awarded stewardship. Not for the faint of heart.
A Weird Life
Nothing here that anyone needs to know, especially, but I'd been bugged to do this for some time and finally gave in and started it when I had nothing else to do on a year-long house-sit in Poitiers, France. Actually, I was really sitting the house-sitter, but that's another story.