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Aztecs

Posted on August 7, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

In the summer of 1990, I interviewed Dr. John Gofman at a conference at Northwestern University. Gofman, PhD and MD, was speaking about the medical effects of radiation. He had manufactured the first teaspoonful of plutonium for the Manhattan Project, … Continue reading →

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Posted on August 4, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

On my morning Genehouse walk, I was riled enough to not see a thing—just plowed ahead ignoring the sights and sounds. I did note on Stroke Hill that the cicadas were deafening. About six miles in, I called my friend … Continue reading →

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Bread

Posted on July 14, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

“My mother used to bake bread in the hard times. She would put the warm loaves in a short barrel with a tight lid—to keep the ants away. So this one time, barrel or no barrel, them ants was on … Continue reading →

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Meditation

Posted on July 13, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

When I walk, in my memory I hear Bach’s “Anna Magdalena.” I vary the temps, the instrumentation, piano to organ to harp to full orchestral arrangement ala Rimsky-Korsakov’s bible of orchestration. I walk into the music, so immersed in beauty … Continue reading →

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July 4 Address to the Nation

Posted on July 5, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

From our fearless, feckless, fuckless president Donald J. Trump: “In June of 1775, the Continental Congress created a unified Army out of the Revolutionary Forces encamped around Boston and New York, and named after the great George Washington, commander in … Continue reading →

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Baptized

Posted on June 28, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

“Baptized” In the last days of her life, my grandma Olive, confined to an Alton nursing home bed, opened her eyes, saw me (I was visiting from Chicago) and asked: “Are we by that river?” Yes, I told her. “Can … Continue reading →

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Indigo

Posted on June 14, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

I hiked into LaVista Park early this morning. June 13, sunny, temperature about sixty-five and a cool north breeze. And the buffalo gnats were dying out. It was a perfect day. Silence. Because the Mississippi River has flooded for nearly … Continue reading →

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The Kingdom of Plastica

Posted on May 25, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

“The Kingdom of Plastica” It is the time of the small. Inchworms dangle from trees and arch along pathways, aiming to become geometer moths—carpet, winter, ennominae, peppered, pug. Web strands dangle like high wires across the jungle (woods, but the … Continue reading →

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Posted on May 19, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

Jonathan Swiftboat’s A Modest Proposal The Missouri legislature, already known for Whitey, pre-Darwin behavior, in addition to passing a particularly draconian abortion bill, recently decided that Missouri voters were misguided when they voted for a “Clean Missouri,” initiative, a package … Continue reading →

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A Death

Posted on May 16, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

I don’t want to hear about your hatred of snakes. All humans are born with the fear of reptiles and fear of falling—no doubt cellular memories of our 200,000-year-old ancestors who, if they fell out of their nest trees, perished … Continue reading →

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