The MOON magazine

Late Stage American Hegemony Young hippies who rebelled by getting high, growing wild hair, and levitating the Pentagon are in their sixties now— gray-haired grandparents hoping the Establishment will survive long enough to send them twenty-five years of retirement checks. I know— I’m one of them. I sent LBJ a Mother’s Day card in 1968 that said, “Happy Mother’s Day, you mother!” The FBI is probably still interviewing my neighbors. […]

Send the Shadows Packing There are shadows moving freely now. Something has been uncovered and unleashed. Disrespect, aggression, hatred. It has been given permission to walk and talk amongst us. When we see it, we need to call it what it is. We need to shout about it. This is UNACCEPTABLE. Shine a spotlight on it, put a siren on it, reveal the hatred for what it is, so that […]

Mostly I am alone Though surrounded by people, engaged, enraged, enveloped by fellow travelers on bustling boulevards and byways in a compact country — mostly I am alone with thoughts, dreams. I might share something. But, nobody’s listening. Perhaps sharing is too invasive, embarrassing for both of us. Better to withdraw within the confines of my mind. Conversation is a daily diet, but utilitarian monologue not dialogue. We are a […]