Donald Traxler's Poetry

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Quatrains of St. Jerome III - Truth-wagon (The Chariot)

Our truth-wagon is bogged down

in a fetid swamp

where lies abound

and credulous Fox-pups hunt the hounds.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Monday, January 18, 2021

Consciousness Is Not Dependent

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.

Sunday, January 17, 2021

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.

Saturday, January 16, 2021

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.