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.

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.



Saturday, September 18, 2021

Where Fish Climb Ladders








Clever humans art and artifice

always an eye toward the mirror

and inferior interiors gold-like 

laminations failed leagues of 

nations  and awkward creations

like this and that deadly vocations

turning running rivers into sewers

power of vomit anatomic comic

mindless cheers from the gallery 

hoping for a higher salary in

exchange for honesty and a

place in peace with Nature  or

is that just nomenclature, hmm?

Sunday, August 29, 2021

Roots & Branches


Roots and  branches reaching
light and water and your touch
beneath it all the street the wall
and The Fall and The Garden all
so much for that your intensions
apprehensions and ever expanding
misunderstanding alienation from
Creation  you fucking idiots and
your digits your calculations  the
ruined relations reaching light
and water beneath it all and above
your Fall we await your fate.

Wednesday, June 02, 2021

In the land of broken toys









In the land of broken toys
there is no institutional memory
there is no institution in fact
though one would be in order if
anyone bothered to take notes
In the land of broken toys
there is no credit where
credit is due because no
one takes notes and even if
they did no one would read
them with much comprehension
beyond the end of their nose
or suppose new management
stepped in to reinvent the
wheel that goes round and
round spun by spinners who
sound good on paper but
no one is taking notes and
everyone forgets each other
seemingly without regrets.

                  - d.o.

Friday, January 15, 2021

Traitors in Our Midst





There are traitors in
our midst overacting
white cells working
against us, against
our body acting as if
to help when in fact
they make us sick to
death undermining all
that has made us strong
made us free to be all
we hoped to be in
this body in this
country they deceive
undermine liberty and
justice for all unlike
those who brought us
here ancestors for
democracy and the cure
our better body ourselves.