Rick’s Writing
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This can mean:
stop what you’re doing
and come with me.
It can also mean:
I love you.
I think it can also mean:
everything is ok.
stop what you’re doing
and come with me.
It can also mean:
I love you.
I think it can also mean:
everything is ok.
September 10, 2025 at 2:24 PM
This can mean:
stop what you’re doing
and come with me.
It can also mean:
I love you.
I think it can also mean:
everything is ok.
stop what you’re doing
and come with me.
It can also mean:
I love you.
I think it can also mean:
everything is ok.
I get to lie on my sofa
on a Wednesday afternoon
and keep an eye on things
with my dog.
She just put her arm on mine.
on a Wednesday afternoon
and keep an eye on things
with my dog.
She just put her arm on mine.
September 10, 2025 at 2:24 PM
I get to lie on my sofa
on a Wednesday afternoon
and keep an eye on things
with my dog.
She just put her arm on mine.
on a Wednesday afternoon
and keep an eye on things
with my dog.
She just put her arm on mine.
I like living round here
because people aren’t putting up
all those flags.
(It’s not the only reason.)
because people aren’t putting up
all those flags.
(It’s not the only reason.)
September 10, 2025 at 2:23 PM
I like living round here
because people aren’t putting up
all those flags.
(It’s not the only reason.)
because people aren’t putting up
all those flags.
(It’s not the only reason.)
Elsewhere,
and I think also last night,
drones were shot down
for crossing a border.
As did a civilian boat
somewhere else —
I saw that one on TV.
and I think also last night,
drones were shot down
for crossing a border.
As did a civilian boat
somewhere else —
I saw that one on TV.
September 10, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Elsewhere,
and I think also last night,
drones were shot down
for crossing a border.
As did a civilian boat
somewhere else —
I saw that one on TV.
and I think also last night,
drones were shot down
for crossing a border.
As did a civilian boat
somewhere else —
I saw that one on TV.
A young man —
beyond tears
or really anything —
stared in that endlessly inward
and forever outward blurred gaze,
sitting on the ground
in the ashes.
And there were children.
beyond tears
or really anything —
stared in that endlessly inward
and forever outward blurred gaze,
sitting on the ground
in the ashes.
And there were children.
September 10, 2025 at 2:21 PM
A young man —
beyond tears
or really anything —
stared in that endlessly inward
and forever outward blurred gaze,
sitting on the ground
in the ashes.
And there were children.
beyond tears
or really anything —
stared in that endlessly inward
and forever outward blurred gaze,
sitting on the ground
in the ashes.
And there were children.
And future humans will look back at us
and think how strange and funny it was
that we cared so much
about who we are.
and think how strange and funny it was
that we cared so much
about who we are.
September 10, 2025 at 1:33 PM
And future humans will look back at us
and think how strange and funny it was
that we cared so much
about who we are.
and think how strange and funny it was
that we cared so much
about who we are.
You’ll be able to be
different versions of yourself —
if you can stomach it.
You’ll have the chance
to become any animal you like,
to experience their essential nature,
filtered through your own mind.
Or trees.
Or wind.
Fire.
different versions of yourself —
if you can stomach it.
You’ll have the chance
to become any animal you like,
to experience their essential nature,
filtered through your own mind.
Or trees.
Or wind.
Fire.
September 10, 2025 at 1:33 PM
You’ll be able to be
different versions of yourself —
if you can stomach it.
You’ll have the chance
to become any animal you like,
to experience their essential nature,
filtered through your own mind.
Or trees.
Or wind.
Fire.
different versions of yourself —
if you can stomach it.
You’ll have the chance
to become any animal you like,
to experience their essential nature,
filtered through your own mind.
Or trees.
Or wind.
Fire.
Within any being or non-being of your choice:
a ten-year-old Indian boy, 3,000 years ago,
who thinks he can fly.
an old woman in Cornwall
who steals from her grandchildren.
an Inuit with chapped lips.
a face in the crowd
during Queen Victoria’s coronation.
the first, second, or third human on Mars.
a ten-year-old Indian boy, 3,000 years ago,
who thinks he can fly.
an old woman in Cornwall
who steals from her grandchildren.
an Inuit with chapped lips.
a face in the crowd
during Queen Victoria’s coronation.
the first, second, or third human on Mars.
September 10, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Within any being or non-being of your choice:
a ten-year-old Indian boy, 3,000 years ago,
who thinks he can fly.
an old woman in Cornwall
who steals from her grandchildren.
an Inuit with chapped lips.
a face in the crowd
during Queen Victoria’s coronation.
the first, second, or third human on Mars.
a ten-year-old Indian boy, 3,000 years ago,
who thinks he can fly.
an old woman in Cornwall
who steals from her grandchildren.
an Inuit with chapped lips.
a face in the crowd
during Queen Victoria’s coronation.
the first, second, or third human on Mars.
We all know it’s a matter of time.
It’ll be an option, just before you die:
eternal lights out,
or eternal lights on,
in any number of universes.
It’ll be an option, just before you die:
eternal lights out,
or eternal lights on,
in any number of universes.
September 10, 2025 at 1:31 PM
We all know it’s a matter of time.
It’ll be an option, just before you die:
eternal lights out,
or eternal lights on,
in any number of universes.
It’ll be an option, just before you die:
eternal lights out,
or eternal lights on,
in any number of universes.
And 12 could be held between a thumb and forefinger,
up to the light, for a short time—
something delicate, maybe.
Then placed aside or dropped,
and perhaps then forgotten.
up to the light, for a short time—
something delicate, maybe.
Then placed aside or dropped,
and perhaps then forgotten.
September 10, 2025 at 8:43 AM
And 12 could be held between a thumb and forefinger,
up to the light, for a short time—
something delicate, maybe.
Then placed aside or dropped,
and perhaps then forgotten.
up to the light, for a short time—
something delicate, maybe.
Then placed aside or dropped,
and perhaps then forgotten.
The counter would be 93,
and once everything had been counted
that counting would be 12 …
and once everything had been counted
that counting would be 12 …
September 10, 2025 at 8:43 AM
The counter would be 93,
and once everything had been counted
that counting would be 12 …
and once everything had been counted
that counting would be 12 …
Every grain and mote numbered,
every trace.
All the rocks and dust
and the space between things—
because that counts too.
every trace.
All the rocks and dust
and the space between things—
because that counts too.
September 10, 2025 at 8:42 AM
Every grain and mote numbered,
every trace.
All the rocks and dust
and the space between things—
because that counts too.
every trace.
All the rocks and dust
and the space between things—
because that counts too.
Then the counter must count every pore and ocean,
each memory and secret held or discarded by everyone ever …
All the glances and sighs.
each memory and secret held or discarded by everyone ever …
All the glances and sighs.
September 10, 2025 at 8:42 AM
Then the counter must count every pore and ocean,
each memory and secret held or discarded by everyone ever …
All the glances and sighs.
each memory and secret held or discarded by everyone ever …
All the glances and sighs.
The whole of my father’s life can be 15—
and mine will end up being 41.
and mine will end up being 41.
September 10, 2025 at 8:42 AM
The whole of my father’s life can be 15—
and mine will end up being 41.
and mine will end up being 41.
As does every hair on their head,
each word they’ve ever spoken,
each breath taken.
Every moment spent with them,
and each memory of those moments.
each word they’ve ever spoken,
each breath taken.
Every moment spent with them,
and each memory of those moments.
September 10, 2025 at 8:41 AM
As does every hair on their head,
each word they’ve ever spoken,
each breath taken.
Every moment spent with them,
and each memory of those moments.
each word they’ve ever spoken,
each breath taken.
Every moment spent with them,
and each memory of those moments.
My left hand can be 82.
My second marriage can be 97.
The awareness that I have children is 36—
but each child has their own distinct and separate number …
My second marriage can be 97.
The awareness that I have children is 36—
but each child has their own distinct and separate number …
September 10, 2025 at 8:41 AM
My left hand can be 82.
My second marriage can be 97.
The awareness that I have children is 36—
but each child has their own distinct and separate number …
My second marriage can be 97.
The awareness that I have children is 36—
but each child has their own distinct and separate number …
The things I remember
and all the things I’d noticed but have now forgotten.
All the things I didn’t notice.
and all the things I’d noticed but have now forgotten.
All the things I didn’t notice.
September 10, 2025 at 8:41 AM
The things I remember
and all the things I’d noticed but have now forgotten.
All the things I didn’t notice.
and all the things I’d noticed but have now forgotten.
All the things I didn’t notice.
The sock on the floor could be 17 and my beard 4,
the whole of my first marriage could be 29—
and within that marriage everything contained would also be numbered …
the whole of my first marriage could be 29—
and within that marriage everything contained would also be numbered …
September 10, 2025 at 8:40 AM
The sock on the floor could be 17 and my beard 4,
the whole of my first marriage could be 29—
and within that marriage everything contained would also be numbered …
the whole of my first marriage could be 29—
and within that marriage everything contained would also be numbered …
It’s unclear yet.
The rules are unclear.
The After is not an easy game to play.
The rules are unclear.
The After is not an easy game to play.
September 10, 2025 at 8:28 AM
It’s unclear yet.
The rules are unclear.
The After is not an easy game to play.
The rules are unclear.
The After is not an easy game to play.