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Run Run Caffeine tastes better when the city’s asleep HOME About An Inconvenient Sweet Posted by Fiss on February 4, 2020 It was such an inconvenience. To kiss. Oh, what of my breath? Oh, but I just ate! My gum, my lozenge, the Colgate!? So we made easy fair of simpler things. Holding hands and warm, endless hugs We regulate. Much easier. Much safer. Brief touches, smiling glances, gentle advances even what the Eskimos are said to do with noses But I must admit, I still long for that inconvenient sweet. That salted, half-bitter mocha is what I yearn for the pressure of your lips, and the hunt for your tongue Silky and pebbly, and coated with the memories of what may have beat me to your mouth first but what I intend to make you forget And the danger of kissing too deeply, or not deeply enough, wisely and chastely, passionately and with the intent to rob the very breath we both must seek, but both must deny to give back in gasps and laughs and sighs and promises of more…yet more… I can think of no greater thrill than the hunt of the kiss. I miss kissing you. Like I miss hairpin turns a little too fast a mad dash braking before breaking, or a wall an inch too close… close calls with sharp-toothed bites and rabid eyes and snarls abundant and saving, savoury, angel dances at the edge of a flight of steps half a heartbeat before down into the oblivion we all must fall… Ignorant of garlic or spice. Mint, oil, acid, sweet, or the tang of sharp wisdom, warm whispers and shivering whimpers I’ll gladly taste it all. False or true. Great or small. So long as it comes from the mouth of you. Yes. I must admit. I still long for that inconvenient sweet. Posted under Poetry Add comments Going Green. Belief vs Knowing. Posted by Fiss on December 22, 2019 I’m not a very green person. I am not an eco-terrorist, certified locally-grown vegan, climate alarmist, nor a tree huger. I eat too much meat, consume too many resources, and gladly support a dozen industries that are doing their honest best to convert our planet into money without caring how they do it. I am a human being and I am flawed, greedy and selfish, as much so as many others. But I am also hopeful and optimistic that I can learn, that others can learn, and we can all make a difference in changing the path we have charted into oblivion. I firmly believe that our sustainable future includes gasoline engines, diesel generators, bonfires and burning things. I just don’t believe that has to be the norm anymore. I believe that environmentally destructive practices could become the rare luxury – a nostalgic reenactment – instead of day-to-day commutes, energy use and consumption. I believe there are better ways to live, and that a combination of law and public perception can make them real in a short enough time frame to make a real and measurable difference. But those are beliefs . What I KNOW is more substantial. That the science is sound, the evidence is solid, and that, while the systems of climate and environment are still being learned and discovered, we know enough to act with purpose and positive result. I know the reasoning, my senses, and logic that humanity is accelerating Climate Change beyond what any species on Earth has ever had to adapt to. I believe that, even if we do adapt to it in time, the cost will be beyond our wildest predictions. Yes, this is a belief. But the evidence supports it. I believe, instead, that we can become good shepherds of our world. That the damage we have caused can be reversed if we act soon, and that the longer we resist action, the greater the cost and pain we will inflict upon ourselves and the many species and wonders we share this planet with. I know there is a conjoined effort to discredit this way of thinking. A conspiracy not born of fantasy, but admitted reality, where the very players of fossil fuel industries funded the very first studies into the environmental impacts of their wares, and discarded it due to the cost and difficulty involved. I also know that the industries growing in the green revolution will never make as much money, hold as much power, nor have as loud of a voice as their equivalents, and any conspiracy theory to say otherwise is blatantly false. I believe that the shame of knowing we are doing this to ourselves blinds some people into thinking we cannot do anything, or that it is beyond our control. And I know this is false. I know we should act now, within this lifetime, and that we have the capability, ingenuity and imagination to ensure success. I know we can act. And I believe we should. I also believe the time should be now, for we are dangerously close to being forced to act instead of having the luxury of choice in the matter, and that by acting now, we still will see our sins broadcast into the biosphere for decades to come. But, a lifetime from now, if we act now, we can see a change. Perhaps not in our children’s lifetimes, but in our grandchildren’s. If only we act. Now. Posted under Colapost , Manifestoes Add comments DADMAGEDDON Posted by Fiss on June 17, 2018 Dadmageddon. By Christopher Brummet Well, Joe, I’ve got some good news. And I’ve got some bad news.” Seems like news always does that,” Joe McDunn said, not daring to look down at the folded newspaper. Even as he handed over his dollar-twenty-five for the special weekend edition, he could see the titular headline announcing that the votes were in. It’s decided then.” Sure is,” the newsstand owner nodded back in the dim morning night. Everyone will know in an hour or so. You’re probably the first who has a copy in their hands.” Thanks, I’d better head back,” Joe said, looking towards his home instead of the headlines. Think I’ll read it in front of the family. They deserve to know when I do.” It sounded noble when he said it like that, anyway. Here,” the owner said, handing him a rolled up poster. For the resistance,” he winked. Just in case.” Joe nodded, then began walking, newspaper tucked under one arm, poster in the other. He wondered what his wife and daughters would say. Good or bad, at least they would have the news at last. Almost a year ago, June 20th, 2021 The Event” happened. It had been a beautiful summer Sunday in Newfoundland, Canada, and families everywhere were celebrating Father’s Day. Dads, Granddads, Uncles, Mentors, Father-Figures and all manner of household patriarchs were being honoured for their quintessential Dad-ness as had been tradition for decades. The Event occurred quite by accident, though. A large percentage of Dads started telling jokes at around the same time. The wave of Dadjokes crept across Canada as the Earth rotated. Quips, bad word-play, silly innuendo…all was showcased in this amazing moment of Fatherly Synergy all across the nation. But, as their collective punchlines, puns and verbal punishment all culminated to fruition in the span of a single heartbeat, a collective groan roared across the province. Moms, Kids, Partners, and all manner of family and friends promptly reacted to the Greatest Dadjoke Wave ever, and produced a power far more destructive than even the worst Dadjoke on its own. The Event” had begun in the East. Read the rest of this entry » Posted under Short Stories Add comments Parts Unknown Posted by Fiss on June 8, 2018 I took a walk through this beautiful world Felt the cool rain on my shoulders I took a walk through this beautiful world I felt the rain getting colder It became a ritual for me. Every weekend I would head to the liquor store, obtain a bottle of Jack Daniels, and set my torrent program to seek out the bytes needed to assemble the latest episode of Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown. I would drink deeply and with abandon as I traveled to a new place to experience the peoples, the cultures, the food and the art of that particular location. Sometimes it would be in an exotic endangered green pocket of a rain forest, or the war-torn streets of civilization’s raggedy edge. Maybe the heights of...