Ocular Fusion

• by MTEG
• Posted on November 4, 2025November 4, 2025

In the beginning of my career, I lost my “dream job”, but in so doing, saved my soul.

I was not “fired”. By mutual agreement, the organization did not renew my contract at the end of the term.

I was 30-years-old with a wife, two children, and another on the way.

Initially, I was proud to be a part of the company. We did good work and helped many people. With each day, I gained more confidence in my abilities, and over time, I was rewarded with more pay, prestige, and responsibilities.

However, underneath the shiny veneer, malfeasance had put down roots that were starting to spread.… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on September 16, 2025September 17, 2025

Between the poles of contingency and causation,

we live, struggle, and die.

It is easier to grab a single thread and keep pulling

than it is to grasp the whole bolt of cloth.

 … Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on September 10, 2025September 15, 2025

She was our tour guide as we walked the cobblestone streets of Dresden, Germany in 2018. I never knew her name, but I remember we were the same age and also what she looked like: about 5’2”, cropped salt and pepper hair, spiked on top and cut a little above her ears.

Her clothes were Euro-athleisure and smart: black sweater with matching leather patches on both her shoulders and elbows, sharply tapered gray pants, gray hand bag with an extra tote slung across her back, and sensible black leather walking shoes.

She wore neo-vintage eyeglasses similar to mine. Come to think of it, she could have passed for my sister by a different mother.… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on July 22, 2025September 5, 2025

When liturgy’s light dims

And holy writ becomes babble (בלל)

Is the moment

Morning light pierces murk

And the Dawn Chorus sings.

 … Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on June 30, 2025June 30, 2025

Time is a sequence of stills

Spliced together,

Flickering from frame to frame,

Marking change.

It neither flows nor flies but

Stands still.

We, the commotion, pass through it.… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on June 15, 2025June 30, 2025

U.S. Senator Joni Ernst’s (R-Iowa) flippant and tone deaf response to a woman distressed at possible cuts to healthcare benefits during a recent townhall meeting was patronization cloaked in patriotism: “We are all going to die.”

Obviously, everyone in the room already knew that.

What many of her constituents were protesting were proposed policies that could increase the risk of untimely, needless, preventable deaths; in other words, the kind that decent governments around the world care about and try to limit as much as possible.

After she was called out for her bad behavior, she doubled down on the diss and delivered a dripping-in-venom “FAKE APOLOGY!”… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on June 4, 2025June 4, 2025

I was having a conversation with an acquaintance as we stood gazing into a showroom display case full of Swiss watches that were probably worth at least a quarter of a million dollars.

He was throwing the “t” word around. No, not the “T” word, although its presence hovered heavy in the room.

He was defending tariffs, which of course has everything to do with the “T” word he was trying desperately to avoid saying aloud.

It had started with a simple question from me, a fellow watch enthusiast: “How do you think tariffs will effect the sale of Swiss watches in the United States?”… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on April 29, 2025June 3, 2025

My father died 45 years ago today at age 47. I was 18.

That event shaped me in immeasurable ways, and in his absence I have borne a deep wound, a hole in my heart I have struggled to fill. I am one of the few tangibles left of his legacy and have tried and failed many times over to live in a way that honors his memory.

For years after he died, I had a recurring dream. He would appear at the door of our house in Virginia and knock. I would open it and exclaim, “Dad, where have you been?”… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on April 22, 2025April 23, 2025

When I stare at the crucifix hanging

Above the altar at a Catholic friend’s funeral.

I do not see the crown of thorns or

The five holey wounds.

All I see is the outline of a lifted up figure,

Covered in a purple shroud because it is Lent.

Without context, it could be any stick figure human, god,

garment hung out to dry, or monster that visits in dreams.

But this is a Catholic church we’re talking about,

And Easter is still a couple of weeks away,

So I know it’s supposed to be Jesus

Sent to save our souls from our sins.… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on April 7, 2025April 29, 2025

We sail on a ship called “Earth, Our Island Home*”,

Shackled and bound galley slaves skimming star-capped electromagnetic waves.

Smash your irons and break your bonds if you dare,

Jump into the Empty,

Uncaring black sea where there is

No treading space to breathe,

No lucky lifeboat,

No luxury liner with safe passage to Mars,

No opt-out, even for taskmasters cracking cat o’ nine tails on blistered backs.

*Book of Common Prayer 1979, Eucharist Prayer C… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on April 3, 2025April 3, 2025

In the worst of times, We the People, left to our own devices, have always tended toward lawbreaking, hatred, and cruelty.

In the best of times, we have been held in check and guided by our better angels, a reliable system of self-correcting, democratic government, and the leadership of conscientious and courageous people in all fields and at every level of American society who possess keen insight and unwavering true north moral vision.

It has always been and ever will be both “the best of times and the worst of times.”*

Outcome TBD.

*Now is worse than most times.… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on April 2, 2025April 2, 2025

When I consider a line on a desert floor,

4.3 miles long, marked off in 11 yard increments worth 20 million years each,

and take in the time and distance since our kin first tamed fire,

1 million years tucked in 2.5 feet of that 4.3 miles,

and then discover that every name

ever spoken or heard

fits neatly in 0.4 inches of that 2.5 feet in the 4.3 mile, 13.8 billion year old score

stepped off on a stony plain,

I find the breadth of my life is less than the width of a human hair

(do I even need to tell you how small that is?).… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on March 23, 2025April 30, 2025

I chuckle–morosely–anytime I hear a religious person state their belief that someone surviving a life-threatening event such as a shooting is “god’s will”, especially when someone else dies. Quite a god you got there. Sounds a bit capricious, sort of like Zeus.

There are shootings all the time. Some bullets hit their mark, others don’t. Some people live, others die. “Time and chance happen to them all” reads Ecclesiastes 9:11.

What’s ironic in the case of the current “subject of discussion” is the widespread belief that a bullet that missed him is regarded as a sign of a god’s favor and somehow makes him an “instrument” of that god’s will.… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on March 14, 2025March 14, 2025

A pass to the slot

A flick of a stick

A puck in the net

Done dirt quick.

One flag lowered

One flag raised

For the first time in life

Which one to praise?… Read the rest

• by MTEG
• Posted on February 21, 2025February 21, 2025