Tag Archives: Michael Theroux

MICHAEL THEROUX: They Never Learn

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We’ve studied them for centuries and it is always the same! No matter where they go, no matter what they do, they wreak havoc. You’d think they would learn, but oh, no! Befoul their own feeding ground, waste what is freely given, and then steal the rest. Humans! They’re Everywhere!

Michael Theroux continues to write and submit from his office in Northern California. He is well underway in a transition from decades of developing and publishing techno-science & socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Ah, the World of Journals and Presses! Much to learn; much more satisfying…

MICHAEL THEROUX: Smiles that Smell

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There are smiles that smell; you can tell ’em for miles. A whale of a smile (you know the kind, stretched in an arc outside the mind).

A hand’s breadth below eyes where no light lies. A big one, that smile: points turned up and back like two ready machetes.

Michael Theroux writes from his cubby-hole home office in Northern California. He is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Much more satisfying…

MICHAEL THEROUX: Cats on the Back Deck

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Cats on the back deck voice hot contention, breaking in on my dreams. I yell for Quiet…

Considering their request, a thought weighs in even as I roll back over: Is God this callous?

Perhaps the Eternal wakes to my own howl, weighs the irritating thought, and rolls back over.

Michael Theroux writes from his cubby-hole home office in Northern California. Michael is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Much more satisfying…

MICHAEL THEROUX: It’s Organic

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Quiet hum over sandwiches, jazz. Click of heavy plates and pots; register rings: cashew chicken, wild rice, coarse bread.

Downtown backstreet deli, mid-day mellow. Fine hide-out: out of the way, just enough. Locals all know: everyone is Home here.

Have a seat, smile, slow down. Breathe a while. It’s organic…

Michael Theroux writes from his cubby-hole home office in Northern California. He is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Much more satisfying…

MICHAEL THEROUX: Bug-Converters

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I’m still wrapped, muffled, and gloved while early birds are Springing! Translucent blossoms, sultry pink in morning light, lure bees and flutter-byes. There! Coat and mittens closeted, to sulk all summer whilst I wander unburdened. There, among the blossoms: Blue Birds are house-hunting. Soon, they’ll be feeding little bug-converters.

Michael Theroux incessantly writes in all forms, from his cubby hole home office in Sacramento, California. See some of his work at terutalk.com.