I believe the Second Coming has already occurred. The Messiah has returned multiple times, but we keep on killing them. George Floyd and Hind Rajab were recent messianic incarnations of God. We seem to refuse to accept the face of God if it does not look like our own. We are all Romans crucifying the holy ones.
Unholy Salvation
It really feels like the world is in a bad place, and a lot of people don’t know how bad it really is. We are living through the genocide of our times, and those most responsible for unleashing unholy, bloody terror and destruction on a civilian population are about to anoint themselves our saviours. It’s unholy salvation, a fate that is much worse than holy salvation, in my opinion. At least if Jesus had saved us, he wouldn’t have gloated about it at the UN.
That Man is Gone Now
That man is gone now.
Into the yonder deep and wide.
A black crater on the blasted-out
Planet’s side.
A moon black-eyed.
Into the falling streams frothing glide,
Water falls into the broken divide.
Whence the soul did once reside,
Now a desert where life must hide.
Or become sun-scorched and terrified,
Bleached and blotched and pecked by vultures.
Wind milling bones into sand,
That towers into dune sculptures,
Cracked dirt and dust petrified.
The man is gone now.
Beyond ruin and after his last breath.
No more pain.
No heart beating in his chest.
A Woman is the Moon
A woman is the moon
She controls the tides
And can block out the sun
She has a dark side
But when the sun lowers
Under its brow
Her gaze shines with fury.
Over her ancient craters
And hidden caves
Your tiny rocket ship
Is spurned
And burns in her orbit.
Yet sometimes she is the Earth
To which you are bound.
Her scent rises
From her strawberry skin
In the air dashing
Through a meadow
To gratify your nose
And fill your breath
With the scent of a rose
Disturbing the dew
When she wakes from her stillness.
Alberta
I am haunted by a fantasy of control—a delicate tapestry woven from threads of powerlessness and desperate longing. The Pied Piper lives within me, a mythical self waiting to be … Continue reading Alberta
Puerto Vallarta
A poor man’s vacation is a peculiar journey, one that demands either working in the destination visited or relying on credit, leading to future sacrifices. Yet, the allure of immediate gratification often outweighs the looming pain. On such trips, surprises abound, like finding blood on fresh linens at a cheap hotel—a grim institution of sorts. Sleeping on beds with plastic covers under the sheets, meant to protect the mattress from your blood when a drug cartel hitman murders you in your sleep, is a stereotype that feels all too real.
In the midst of these struggles, an ex once suggested I read a self-help book to become a more emotionally regulated man. It felt like New Age propaganda, especially compared to her choice of literature—a book called “Cunt.” I resented the expectation to read tame self-improvement garbage while she indulged in radical feminist texts about crushing the patriarchy. Why was my manhood in question? Sure, I was struggling to find a job and graduate from university, but I eventually succeeded. Why should I accept her standard of masculinity if she wouldn’t accept any standard of femininity?
But what do I know, I believe, if God can make a woman from a man’s rib, why prevent a doctor from making a dick from her elbow?
One of the most surprising yet least objectionable opinions I encountered while working pipeline in Alberta was from a coworker who believed Stephen Hawking was a charlatan spreading disinformation about the universe. It shocked me that a brilliant scientist with ALS could inspire anything other than sympathy and admiration. This coworker, however, held nothing but contempt for Hawking and, to my dismay, expressed admiration for Elon Musk. Yes, Elon Musk—the billionaire who bootlegged the science of geniuses like Hawking to become a rocket tycoon. Like, really dude? Although he didn’t outright say he was a flat earther it was likely an unfortunate truth. He also had the worst teeth I’ve ever seen so he was perhaps a fluoride in toothpaste skeptic too.
MTL
I should have known that taking a vacation would make my position more precarious. The company I was working for at the time didn’t like it when I’d taken time … Continue reading MTL
Dollarton
When I lived in Dollarton, I remember hearing on the news about the mystery of severed body parts washing ashore on the north side of the Burrard Inlet. Almost always, … Continue reading Dollarton
Jalisco
Sometimes I feel like Orpheus, torn apart by Thracian Maenads—ripped to shreds by intoxicated and ecstatic women who didn’t understand my sorrow, or perhaps they understood it too well. They’ve … Continue reading Jalisco
El Tuito
I don’t know if it’s worth mentioning, but I had visited Mexico many years before my trip to Cancun. I think it was back in 2006. A friend and I … Continue reading El Tuito
Chasing Lowry 