Collaboration
Did the first egg roll down the hill, hatch, and then cross the road? Or did the first chicken cross the road and lay...
My Body is Written in Shorthand
One day last month, sitting on the couch and reading about how Space is more fundamental than anything that appears in it, an image...
Robin Hood or Person Hood (Economics 101).
When Robin Hood knew that he was dying, he asked for his bow, said “bury me where this arrow lands,” and loosed it into...
“The Hunger Artist” (a TSK fable).
At first glance, Franz Kafka’s haunting story “The Hunger Artist” gives a dismal account of time (he dies fasting), of space (he lives in...
VIEW FROM INSIDE SCI (by Spinal Cord Injury patient Foster Hall):
As a former floor nurse, at the Albuquerque VA hospital -In 1974, there were units with as many as 50 patients and no SCI...
Just a Bad Day . . .
Last week, for no reason I can pin down, my usual positive feelings about life slipped away and the possibility of falling into a...
Morning Sketch, a poem by Ken McKeon
Grace never entered his mind as he stumbled down The early morning waking ways of this brightening town. Dogs came to his mind as...
Standing at the Bus Stop.
Many years ago when I was living and working in Montreal, I stepped into an alternate stream of time. As I always did on...
Everything I learned, I learned in Kindergarten
This phrase, if we were lucky enough, may remind us of a time when we were very young and able to make friends with...
Dumpy’s Way–a Turtle Poem by Ken McKeon
The turtle’s name was dumpy, It pawed away and nosed up the spare Dry turf beneath the loose wire fencing That kept our small...