Blacky, a humble sailor, becomes entangled in the absurd functions of a nameless sailing ship and is suddenly promoted to Captain, at sea. He must learn the fate of the previous Captain and understand the nature of the raging sea around him. A nice companion piece for a society gone mad.
Poets are places where lightning strikes,
not once, but again and again. Read More
The cowboy comes home to his blanket, tips his hat to the full moon to thank it. Read More
I’m making a movie! Boxes, the Motion Picture (based on my novella, Boxes,) is now in development. Please forgive the lengthy inactivity here at Esoteric Orange. I’ve scarcely logged in to this site and I haven’t posted anything since my piece on Monolithic Domes several weeks ago. There’s a reason for that. This is an “author’s… Read More
I’m actually a Seven Habits kind of guy, but I write sarcastic poems sometimes. This is one of those times. 3:13 AM. The Poetry Hour. My poem, HABITS. Read More
Humanity, itself, has a living spirit, a vast life with many members, countless no matter who attempts the catalog. I felt connected to it all, to them all, to us all. To you. Read More
This is my inaugural Fiction post on Esoteric Orange. I’ve been writing stories and novels for decades but I’ve published almost none of them. Esoteric Orange gives me a place to show some things I’ve held for a long, long time. I’ll also be posting some Poetry before long. My printed book, The Deep Lake, is available below, as is my self-illustrated poem, The Speederlink, currently available in ebook. The following story, Canned Milk with a Cartoon Cow, is part of a novel I wrote twenty years ago. Please enjoy, Like if you do and Share if you like.
CANNED MILK WITH A CARTOON COW
The morning has always been my worst time for impressing others, responding to orders and getting on the ball. My father spent years trying to condition me out of that. He sometimes woke us beating pots and pans in our room, a sudden explosive jangling banging like firehouse alarm bells made out of car wrecks. I’d snap upright in terror, breathless, shocked back from my dreams of flight. But that was ordinary life for Daddy. He got a whole houseful of people ready to face society every day, preparing himself for a battle of wills with large groups of bull-headed people including judges, lawyers, cops and robbers, the Sheriff and all his deputies—including plenty of mutinous ones—as well as murderers and thieves, people talking from behind thick iron bars and victims and families of all these people. And morning happened to be his best time of day. He was always on full throttle in the morning. Read More
Welcome to Esoteric Orange, a site about the living web in which we’re all connected. It’s “my” site, but it’s not so much about “me” as the vast assemblage I like to hang out in—art, science, religion, enlightenment, social evolution and kudos. I love to give kudos. And karate, aikido, judo, sword and taiji. And dance, music, airplanes, horses, horse whispering, resonance and synergy. Two of my biggest influences are Nikola Tesla and Buckminster Fuller. Others include EO Wilson, David Bronner, Morihei Ueshiba and the countless daily pioneers of life in the 21st Century. By sharing all these things through Esoteric Orange, I hope to influence where this century will go and what we will leave. So this website has a broad scope. There will be a lot to see. Read More
Welcome back to My Sweet Little Sky, assuming you’re one of the nine or ten people who read the handful of entries I did under this title on my old author site. If this is your first visit, Welcome for the first time. I hope eventually to recover the original entries of My Sweet Little Sky and post… Read More