Catching a Moment | G. S. Katz

There’s something wrong with me.  I think this every year in December. Because I don’t like Christmas. To be fair, I don’t like any holidays. No, I like ordinary days, immemorable moments. I love to wake up and think, Nothing special is supposed to happen today.  I like to picture my perfect ordinary day while…

Many who had hiked through Canadian wilderness [ A century ago ] Took notice of a bird in flight A rare one the Ojibwa called Washa-quon-asin–He who flies by night At once: a hunter, a guide, a trapper A living made from the furs in his sight A rare one the Ojibwa called Washa-quon-asin–He who…

Your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but…

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I’m just a lonesome narcissistic salesman Wandering this country. hawking my wares Selling my useless medicines. miracle cures And the purple pills to get everything right Wherever I travel I attract needy crowds Loving good news no matter how absurd But now I seem to be running out of road Dear Daddy, please help your…