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M.A.D. ~ Philip Brent Harris ~ CMTM II ~~~~~ It’s hard to know what to think. Has the world gone mad? Or is it that there are just so many people and so much news centered around this pandemic, war, murder, mayhem, disaster, mass shooters and disturbed bombers that we cannot escape for even a […]

Always and Ever?

~~~~~ Where are all the animals hiding? What do you imagine it means? Gone from places they were residing. Has our landscape grown too lean? Is there any way we can change this or is it become it become much too late? Will we exit the stage to a boo and a hiss? Has this […]

U.S. of A. Gun Violence Lament

~~~~~ As we lay on the ground bleeding, we thought of all we were needing. When we knew what must be said, it was much too late; we were dead. ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment Unite the World! ~~~~~    

A yellow house with a blue roof, sitting in a garden

Cacophony of Squawk

~~~~~ Sitting on a bench in the sun watching clouds crawl across the hills. Clouds slide by above Stones along the breakwater bask in chiaroscuro patterns signifying nothing. Nor do the 21 pelicans north, mixed with majestic blue herons seeking, searching for prey to feed their nestlings who raise a mighty cacophony of squawk from […]

Eons Upon Eons

~~~~~ A train whistle sounds in the distance, shifts and moans, jams with the night. The critters are there, hiding, stalking. Nest of coyote pups yips, demanding now their mother’s home; me first me. We might find the process disgusting, gross, though sometimes, we’re fools, without wit, wisdom of a court jester, or a town […]

Eyes to Perceive

~~~~~ Deep into another world now unknown to men, women, their progeny whose inheritance has been stripped away by the greedy thieves. Indoctrinated early, till they’ve lost any imagination, more than lost for the no-longer known arts. Magic, even that which exists, existed, disguised as miracles or science so far beyond the ken of mortal […]

Critics, Critics Everywhere

~~~~~ It muted me after I unmuted me. I then tooted my rerouted plea. My computer changed on its own. Can’t the critics leave me alone? ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment Unite the World! ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings […]


Flowing Through Time ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Where are we going? Where have we been? Watch the camera take the pictures now, on our journey to other times and other places. Video to encode sound and feel, language. Music, art, stories and, oh, so many things serve as our time machines, although static. We […]

Like Most Things

Much Laughter ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Days gone by since I’ve let my thoughts express my thoughts. What the atman passes through me. Some, I write originate with me. Some, I attempt to capture before they slip away from me. I don’t know how it works for others, poets, writers, artists. Which, like most […]

Until We’re Gone

~~~~~ Must we always hack our way through the most difficult stretch of the world? For, if we look, we’ll find our own path. Our trail may have trials but grants us with treasures we have hidden along the way. Our core expressed as only we can, even while others fail to notice; cannot comprehend […]