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Connecting

I like connecting here, but true human connection is hard to replicate in the virtual world. It is like the act of writing where we are alone but choose to create a setting for others to join us vicariously in thought and emotion. I can enjoy fishing by reading about another’s experience of it, but I am not fishing. Fishing is an actual thing, more than anyone could ever put into words. We are learning how to trick the brain and create body responses virtually, and even though it approaches an echo of realism, it lacks the essential quality that life infuses into to flesh. Someday, maybe we will be able to walk into each other’s living space and interact via a plasma suit or body screen, but for now we travel via the soul of our words.
As a result, I will often disappear from WordPress, Facebook and other virtual connections for long stints. So until next time—
GONE FISHING
.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
Christmas Reading


Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®
Snow Birds

Snow Birds
The hardwoods
have turned
magical
with their robes of gold,
red and orange.
The apples glow. Continue reading
Deception

Deception Continue reading
Eight-Eighty Corridor
Eight-Eighty Corridor
In California
I lose you
amidst the traffic
and commerce Continue reading
Niagara Falls
Angles
Angles
Right, obtuse and acute
angles
work protractors
and politics
to the left and obtuse
as democrats
to the right and staunch
as republicans Continue reading
Graffiti City

Graffiti City
Back in graffiti city
where trash drifts against the fences
instead of snow, where the tone
is a gruff wall
as if the skin were concrete
and the bones
were rebar wired together
by a twist of spite. Continue reading
The Food Chain
The Food Chain
Whitetails in the night
munch tomatoes, spinach
and corn, devour them all
with cilantro and sugar
peas, grind them
to a pulp with yellow
teeth and belch
artichoke mist
beneath brisk starlight. Continue reading

