Rick Hartwell is a retired middle school teacher (remember the hormonally-challenged?) living in Southern California. He believes in the succinct, that the small becomes large; and, like the Transcendentalists and William Blake, that the instant contains eternity. Given his “druthers,” if he’s not writing, Rick would rather still be tailing plywood in a mill in Oregon. He can be reached at[email protected]. Ecce Alieni Night shadows, day shadows, each of dissimilar nature; being used to day shadows, encountering friends, alter egos, constant companions of sunlit days; however, night shadows are strangers, soulless interlopers of dark. Traveling through the living room at two a.m., no lights, not wanting to disturb a sleeping family; encountering the alien behind the Japanese screen, three-legged, elongated head, square-jawed, I’m momentarily disarmed. Slow realization arises; new tripod telescope, moved yesterday to clean, but no less alien for all the dawning awareness; then stealing away with the scope into the backyard, before false dawn, pushing to meet my fears. Behold the alien worlds above! Judas Goat Despised, reviled, vilified, his infamy lingers in myth and village folklore used to shame the too young and too old as to the depths of their betrayals of others’ certain trust. But was it so? Was he set up? Or prophesy fulfilled? By some recounts he was a pawn used like some lamb or goat led to future slaughter almost as accounts in Old History books depict, but brought forth into the New Light’s redemptive history. But was it so? Was he set up? Or prophesy fulfilled? As the robber on the right-hand declaring belief, forgiveness might have been granted him to sit at an ethereal table with all others who followed the journey of distance and depth. But if that’s so it was setup and prophesy fulfilled – Then such an unearthly slab need be round, slighting none of those seated of plan or pardon who, obligated by mandate to do their part, are rewarded for their resolve and allegiance. But if that’s so, it was setup and prophesy fulfilled – Thus, he should be a guest at the Man’s table; exonerated for having no say in the matter curbed of his free will to act as he wanted, shunning payment other than to feast above. More than on a technicality, on a tree hangs his absolution. Synchronicity Jubilant robins’ chorus Spring rain’s tremolo
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