WarrenBluhm

Two pages, two moments

I turned the page and saw two blank, facing pages. First I felt trepidation. Whatever do I have to say? What could I possibly write to fill such a space? Who am I to presume I could fill these pages? Then I looked again and saw two blank, facing pages. This time a feeling ofContinue reading “Two pages, two moments”

Random scene: Can’t trust those sleeping dogs

“Well, you know what they say,” he said. “Sleeping dogs lie.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what they say.” “I’m pretty sure it is.” “OK, fine,” she said. “So who’s the sleeping dog in this scenario?” “It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?” “If it was obvious, I wouldn’t be asking.”

A life to live

(On Friday I shared the end of a journal that spanned July 2016 to May 2017. Here is how I started that book.) The world is never as bleak as all that. I have spent weeks despairing that my writing prowess is declining, only to wake up this morning to review the last few pagesContinue reading “A life to live”

A check-in after 5 years

I don’t leaf through my old journals very often, so it was interesting Thursday morning to pick up a journal that I just happened to have completed May 11, 2017, five years and one day ago. I had started scratching out words in the 192-page journal July 27, 2016. During the months that I filledContinue reading “A check-in after 5 years”

The comfort of doing nothing

OK, that’s it. I’m turning off the electronic toys for the afternoon. No more sensory input for awhile; let me digest what I’ve been absorbing all day and week. Turn off the TV, sign out of the apps and all the other noise. Let me think about what I think. Then, once I’ve thought forContinue reading “The comfort of doing nothing”

My next collection

My writings about freedom and tyranny are, according to the analytics, not my most popular stuff. Should I turn from that theme, or should I keep writing in hopes I finally jar people into waking up? Screw the analytics. It’s not a theme I can abandon. There’s too much at stake in these tyrannical times.Continue reading “My next collection”

A flock of squirrels

Our attention has been redirected so many times in the last few years that a whiplash pandemic is the next national crisis. As soon as we start sniffing the ground for a whiff of what really ails us, the Powers That Be shout “Squirrel!” and send us scampering in another direction — until we holdContinue reading “A flock of squirrels”