We are the "stuff" of the Universe. COSMOSIS By Michael Dean Cook - circa 2016 What is the purpose of meditation? In my mind, I associate...

When we realize that our captains and leaders have become dysfunctional, then we need to take command in order to save ourselves. CAPTAIN...

So, what would you do? Jim - When trouble comes, I don't know if I can kill a person. Mark - I guess it depends on whether you want to li...

The refuge. Uncle Al's farm was an ideal place for a small group. They took the opportunity to catch their breath and to get settled. Whi...

Ginnylou and Timmy Mark - Hold it! What the hell! There's somebody out on the road. Walking down the road, coming from the south, was a w...

What's the plan man? Mark - Let's sum up our situation. We have no food, water, power, gasoline, and we're generally unsafe from these ra...

Where to go from here? Manuel - Well, I'm ready to find and kill the bastards who killed my family. Mark - We might be able to do that. B...

What will you do when society breaks down? THE BREAKDOWN by Michael Dean Cook Copyright 9-24-18 At least during the American, and th...

This is the prologue to my short story called THE BREAKDOWN. I know it's a little "heavy", because it tries to pack a lot of things into ...

I can see that setting up this Blog isn't going well. Instead of concentrating on posting my writings, I'm fighting a technology which ma...

Do you understand sacrifice? HARLEY CRUDHOLTZ I finally found his name on the memorial. There it was, chiseled in marble – “HARLEY CRUDHO...

The day of the paper route bike crash was the day I learned that I wasn't the center of attention. I asked myself, "what in the world am...

What are those strings that jiggle us to and fro? That great howling winter wind, rattles the windows, threatens the bare trees, and make...

We're on the alert during this plague, as Death stalks this nation. I look upon a household Awaiting death. Little stirs there. Sometimes...

Poetry equals Using a net of words to Capture a feeling.

As I look through some of my old poems, I am struck by how some of the things we used to take for granted are now denied to us because of...

My first entry into my blog. I'd love to stand barefooted in the surf you see here. I can almost feel the water wash up against my ankle...