Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Wednesday, November 30, 2022




Unless Holidays come to an end

or nobody noticed to do it again or

it didn't show up on a screen or

overheard during coffee or tea or

walking to class or in a hurray or

whenever wherever whatever was

said,  a tree on Town Common is 

decidedly dead. Dead from decisions

made in haste without thought

convenience being what is usually

sought remember remember 17 

November a whole other life

not one alone unless someone

like you cares a whole lot, 

nothing is going to get better. 

It's not.


Sunday, October 16, 2022

At the Academy Cafe










Let’s go here for a bite
It looks so inviting until
You are seated by the din
And the bin but it’s ok
I believe I’ll start with the
Word salad, is that fresh?
Is it mixed? What about some
Dressing, something sweet?
Something to drink I think
Perhaps a Corpse Reviver as
A nod to the Bard, it’s hard
To understand with all
This racket, don’t you think?
Never mind the entree, OK?
I think perhaps another drink. 

Monday, August 15, 2022

It's the Trees


Those who embrace the Trees or
those who care not their presence
those humans willing to conquer in
their thinking Nature and her gifts
Her tests and disregard rooted in
another way beyond their sight or
seeming lack of comprehension
the Trees give to them anyway
elements of life and comfort
perhaps undeserved in cold or
summer's hot breath wilting all in
a world gone mad alienation from
this here Creation dwindling before
the very eyes beholding it as
She slips away today yesterday
and into the troubled future

Wednesday, June 01, 2022

Waiting for Emily


She seldom answers

my call returning to

where ever in her room

we wait for inspiration

I conerned about the nation

she taping the pencil

waiting for creation

perhaps she will call 

phantom phone down 

in the hall we will

second guess verses 

or not, in celestial call

she failed to make reply

when I asked about why

Friday, May 13, 2022



Before us the before
waiting in the forest floor
mists there and fallen oak
Sun hidden below and
living forms slowly moving
in the past in shadow
times ancients and the
signs the days marked
among the stones the search
struggle for some comfort
for family for homes and
Fire, of course and its
keepers familiars dwelling
so much deeper among us

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

Cold River


Cold River saved the
life it almost took away
as you and I at some
remove thought to
move along separately
until a daughter's call
broke upon the day
her brother's missing
presence by River's
side away and gone
into emptiness only
the sound of water
passing a camp of
frightened voices
calling out around
searching horribly
unknown directions to
unknown directed me
to a very silent spot
where a cold body lay.
More voices emerge
this must not be until
in timeless sorrow's
passing he returns
to we together eternally.

              - d.o.

Monday, October 25, 2021

Carbon Footprints of the Dead







One human cremation produces an average of 534.6 pounds of carbon dioxide. Additionally, it’s estimated cremations in the U.S. account for about 360,000 metric tons of CO2 emissions each year.

If you have been on this Earth for as long as I have you might be wondering how you want your body to be dealt with after you have moved away from it? It dawned on me fairly recently that it would be foolish for a life-long enviro activist and advocate such as I to go out in a hellish blaze leaving behind dioxin, hydrochloric acid, sulfur dioxide and hundreds of pounds of CO2 emissions in my wake.
Apparently, people have been opting for cremation over burial over the past few decades, perhaps more because of the increasing expense of traditional funerals and burials than for any concern about the Climate Crisis. That said, here in the U.S. burials use about 30 million board feet of casket wood, 90,000 tons of steel, 1.6 million tons of concrete for burial vaults, and 4.3 million gallons of toxic embalming fluid which not only accounts for some of the expense but is, in itself a problem for the climate and the environment. Perhaps we will have to find an alternative to death, one that doesn’t involve such difficult choices.
Enter green burial. Not enough towns and municipalities allow burials to be much like those of the distant past, either using simple wood or fibre board caskets and some requiring no casket at all but perhaps a shroud. There are concerns about sinking plots as things start the inevitable return to the Earth or potential effects on ground water as all the toxins and heavy metals we incorporate over the years in our bodies begin the journey back out into the world. Likewise there is the argument that too much land is used to bury our loved ones, a strange position to take given what Corporate America and other developers are building out there. Frankly,  local or state governments need to wake up to the many present and yet to be realized realities of the Climate Crisis. Green burial can be done safely to address such concerns but the funeral industry would much rather your bereaved cover the outrageous costs of doing it their way. It’s yet another example of business-as-usual vs. a livable world for future generations.  I’m willing to bet most people concerned about climate chaos and social justice would rather leave a legacy behind that reflects the beliefs and concerns they held during their time on Earth.