SPICE
SPIKE
Tag: Whimsy
Letters from a retired hippie
I’m sorry about what you’re inheriting. I’m sorry about the parts we’ve messed up.
It’s not all our fault. We were too trusting, for one thing. And so green, as in naive.
Looking around, we see too many old losers and the sense of hippie as essentially a girl thing.
A sense of betrayal, futility.
It was a youth movement. That’s what you need to know about it.
As for the other options?
Kinisi 215
this place is littered with islands
but not Toothache Bay
A common sensation
CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO WORLDS (of) UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Kinisi 214
this crew like a well-oiled machine
contrasts sharply
to that new level of low
lubrication
The captain’s tips
Never pet a burning dog.
A good trip is one you can walk away from. A great trip is one where you can reboard a plane.
Tips? Think what we’d pay eating out. Well, even if it was self-service …
Kinisi 213
NEW
NOON
TUNING
MOOING
MOON
Kinisi 212
ride on, cowboy
into the dry river
it’s your hat,
the birds see
I bet
your horse,
the antelope
Kinisi 211
Airbus
Symphony
Airbrush
What’s my most masculine quality?
Snoring.
Aversion to shopping.
Fire-building skills.
Sense of direction.
Love of the outdoors.
Immersion in single projects from start to finish.
Closing doors, turning off lights.
Trapping and transporting squirrels.
A readiness to catch bugs and crush them with my fingers on a daughter’s behalf.
