Category Archives: Fang & Claw
Sniff & Jack
Paws clatter hardwoods
Like tap dancers on crack.
You leap so eagerly into hatchbacks
You clip your head on agonizingly
Slow doors to lift.
You whine the whole drive,
Though we can finish it
In one song
If we make the lights.
No matter, of course—
We can never make the light you want:
The light speed jump.
Do you worry, one day,
Maybe today, maybe forever,
We will double back?
That the chainlinks won’t be there?
You sob every ride
With the certainty of uncertainty
That we are only driving by,
Only parking here by happenstance,
Only leashing up from muscle memory.
But then—
Inside! Finally!
Sprint treetotree, sniff & Jack
On tap in the reeds and pines.
Dad! See me chew!
And just as quick,
Through the doubt,
Beyond the uncertainty,
You race greyhound quick,
To lay at my feet.
God’s Yacht Rock
“So the Lord said, ‘I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.’” — Genesis 6:7
With the rise of Trumpism and faux Christian nationalism, this kind of thinking isn’t just back—it’s juiced up like a gym rat on a pharmaceutical bender. It’s on a full-blown performance-enhancing cocktail of delusion, rage, and Old Testament cosplay.
This is one of the reasons I’m an atheist. Not because I hate community or ritual or even reverence. But because this is what people call divine.
A deity so disappointed in humans that he kills everything else too—animals, birds, insects, even the worms crawling through the dirt—because he has regrets? Sorry, no.
What did the red panda do?
And let’s be honest: this isn’t some obscure passage. This is Noah’s Ark, the Sunday school darling, the bedtime story of choice for millions. People decorate their kids’ rooms with cartoon giraffes climbing aboard their floating zoo of doom.
But it’s not adorable. It’s appalling.
You want moral clarity? Try this: If your god drowns puppies, maybe don’t worship it.
Yet here we are, in 2025, watching a cult of Christian identity politics repackage this exact brand of cruelty as strength.
They’re not content with private belief anymore. They want blasphemy laws. Forced births. Books banned. A Bible in one hand and a voter suppression bill in the other.
Trump didn’t invent this. He just saw the market for it.
He gave white evangelical America what it always wanted: a strongman who hates the same people they do, wrapped in scripture and sprayed orange.
And stories like Noah’s flood are the emotional blueprint for this theology of annihilation.
You don’t fix things. You punish. You cleanse. You wipe it all out and call it holy.
It’s not justice. It’s vengeance with a halo. It’s not faith. It’s fanaticism.
And that quote? It’s not ancient wisdom, but the slogan of every tyrant who ever declared himself righteous.
Cartoonish.
