Consciousness Is Not Dependent

 

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104,000 Visits, One Rash, and One Failed Coup

Today we are passing the milestone of 104,000 visits to this poetry, writing, and photography blog. Thank you all (even the pirates) for making that happen. The graphic below shows the sources of the visits in the last twenty-four hours. I'm not sure what it means.

As most of you know, I am a nudist/naturist. On January 5th I had a very busy day outside the house, and wore clothes all day, and kept them on between tasks, to avoid taking them off and putting them back on. Unfortunately, the clothes also chafed badly. The result was a painful groin rash, which I am still treating. If this sounds like nothing to you, you should try it some time, in Florida's humidity. Do not tell me that I have to wear clothes. In this climate, clothes are my enemy. Don't be shocked when you see me in my natural, everyday state.

On the following day, January 6th, we had an attempted coup d'état in the United States of America, instigated by our outgoing President. Sounds like a third-world country, doesn't it? That story is far from over, but I can tell you that it has not been an easy time.

As usual, thanks to all of you for your continued interest and enthusiasm.

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It's a Quarter to Four

It's a quarter to four,

and I've opened the door

to the land with no time or space.

There's nothing to see

except you and me,

and perhaps a familiar face.

Hearing no voice,

I have no choice

but to close my eyes and sleep.

Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.

Erddienst

We have a duty to the Earth,

and Her we shall serve,

as faithful daughters and sons,

for whatever our service is worth.

Sisters and brothers in all lands:

May the words of our mouth

be matched by the work of our hands.

Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.

You Can't See It

You can't see it on the paper

or hear it in your ear,

but I walk like an old man,

because I AM an old man,

and I don't want to fall

at all.

I could walk, perhaps, for miles,

but not on these slippery tiles

that catch the edge of my shoe.

Yesterday, a crazy old man

in a grocery store lot,

told me that he was just

a crazy old man.

Smiling behind my mask,

I said, "me too."

Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.

Nudity: A Human Right

 

Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.

Consciousness