If you follow me on Facebook, you’re probably cognizant of the fact that I’ve been avoiding writing this problematic piece since the title first flashed across my brain some weeks ago. (I’m much happier writing about the inner world, than the outer.) Just now, browsing the internet, I came across an essay by George Orwell…
Author: S. Conde
"I am what I am." - Popeye
The Accessibility of Truth : Part Two
The woman returned to the humble task of folding napkins. “If I were my mother…”, said the woman, “…I’d be ironing them.” The girl smiled, finishing up her biscuit and gently wiping her mouth with the linen napkin before setting it down on the table next to her plate. Her hands folded under her chin,…
The Corruption of Truth : Part One
“We, in our human form, are very similar to black holes.” The girl looked disappointed. The woman noticed. “…not in a negative sense, I’m not speaking of a void…which I think is a misconception about black holes anyway…” Her voice trailed off, following her thoughts. The woman smiled with eyes closed and shook her head…
Static Flux
I thought I’d put that baby to bed. I received a call from area code 561. I know more than one living in that zone, but rarely speak with them, at least not on the telephone. There is, however, a particular person, with whom I don’t speak at all. Folding laundry, my phone rang. I…
The Gorgon
A monster dwells inside of me. A demon. She cries an eye for an eye, though justice is not her name. I have caged her. Poured water on her head. Tried to forget. Still she escapes her bonds from time to time. Less often now than before. When met with like she grows stronger. Malevolent…
Years
We met at Lollapalooza on August 10th,1994 in Bayfront Park, Miami. I was a hot mess. Hair up, keys tied around my neck, cut off jeans shorts, red low tops and a white Hanes undershirt, rendered see through by the mist tent. He was tall, dark and handsome, with luscious red lips and curly hair. …
In Praise of the Female Ejaculatory Orgasm
I write this high. Not on synthetically manufactured drugs from a pharmaceutical lab, nor those of dubious origins (most likely cooked up in the kitchen of a trailer somewhere within the backwoods of our great nation). No, I am high on a natural combination of chemicals that I don’t pretend to understand. Though the exact…
A Fortuitous Happenstance
…yes, but did it make a sound? I’m about to admit to a flaw in my character. I love to be right. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work out, but that’s ok. It keeps me humble. Meanwhile, last night I was having an argument with a science type, a brilliant and genuinely funny, science type. …
Captured Images
I took these photos over the summer, on our road trip from Chicago to the Grand Canyon. The simple acts of seeing these sights and being out in nature made me feel so alive and connected to Mother Earth; she is truly spectacular. I was, and am, ensconced in her warmth and in awe of…
Sir Francis Bacon: Lady Killer and Father of the Scientific Method
“The Idols of Tribe have their foundation in human nature itself, and in the tribe or race of men. For it is a false assertion that the sense of man is the measure of things. On the contrary, all perceptions as well of the sense as of the mind are according to the measure of…