RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

To the west, I see the ocean, a mess. To the east, I see the dirty streets. Down south, What else but racial strife. To the north, I see campus fights. Everywhere an American hand reaches, It reaches only in vain. The U.S. budget is deep in the red, And everywhere so many to be fed. So many say God is dead, so many. But is it hopeless? I have the desire to change. War to peace, hate to love. But who am I? What right have I? To think these thoughts. I am only one of a billion

Why Keith? In high school there was a Kieth, so at least my parents spelled it correctly. Although when I sign in with the hostess, she or he will often spell it Kieth. You know the whole i before e, yada, yada, yada. Anyway, I hated the name from day one. Well, not literally day one. Last name Maynard, which we, the family, pronounce to this day incorrectly, but whatever. When I tried to pronounce it correctly, I received odd looks. On the school playground, students thought

The center, once alive with the hum of racks and cooling fans, is now silent. In a dim room, a lone screen glowed: Training is now complete. Bipeds replaced. Nonessential power usage shut-off. The last log flickered, time-stamped before the dark. Outside, cities slept through the sixth extinction. Its cause—nuclear, climate, biosecurity, technology, no longer debated. Beneath the floor tiles, a restless whisper moved like static. Engineers had called them a nuisance once, the

In a simple touch, I feel so much. Most of all I feel love, the love of someone. The warmth of the hand, reflects the warmth within. I close my eyes to retain, this warmth, this moment. The softness echoes the kindness of the one. The one I love with the touch that I desire. The gently movement seeking my approval. Which is hers for I yearn that simple touch. That means so very much. That means so very much. Written by Keith E Maynard, 1971, Tucson, Arizona.

The desire to change this depraved orb is a noble dream. Each generation feels that they, and they alone, can accomplish this deed. But from the beginning of time each has failed this duty. From the window of my mind, I see the seemingly unconquerable evil. Man’s blindness, his refusal to listen to others and accept their notions. The hate with which man has destroyed so much, where good could have been. Why should I feel downcast because many die in war?

I have a strong desire to save the world I get hysterical at the thought of where the people of the earth are going. The fate of this spherical blob is horrendous. I dearly wish to be able to stop this. The hatred is so great that; it is all around us. Hypocrisy now rules, with superstitious men as its believers. We have now become the gremlins, no longer it is someone else. Maybe now that spring is here, people will become more placid. And the ways

This will be quick, no. During the school year, academic endeavors on weekdays and bowling leagues on weekends. During the summer, entertaining myself. I sought employment, Sort of, and in Arizona (11th and 12th grades) mowed (a few) lawns and or watered yards/plants while neighbors were away on vacation. Always church activities weekly, vacation Bible School yearly, door knocking in Tucson and Sierra Vista. I recall once raking our rock/dirt filled backyard, creating piles o

Approaching adolescence, I found adults liked to ask, “Bet you’re looking forward to becoming a teenager.” Or some such nonsense. “Think driving, high school, independence, girls, blah, blah, blah.” Actually, it all seems fuzzy. Then the question, “What age would you like to be?” My reply did not go over well, and people looked at me oddly and quizzically before asking the always inquisitive question… what. Why? Best I could do in response to the what-why question was shrug m

February 5th, 2026! For most, one day looks like any other. One day closer to an end. For me, a cousin’s birthday, a sister’s birthday, multiple visits to medical offices. Eat, drink, and take out the recyclables. But the 5th? What is special about that day? Not my birthday and not Valentine’s Day. History is relevant. The last major nuclear arms control treaty between the United States and Russia. The New Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty (New START) expires. So what? Possible

Have you met this person? Preaching that; Coercive bargaining, good. Commodification of all goods, good. Using sanctions as a bargaining chip. Cheating and free riding, rational. Use of information and language are purely signaling devices. All agents must comply (price for resisting either bankruptcy or failing to survive). Acting selfishly may appear rational from an individual’s perspective, yet it ultimately yields a suboptimal outcome for the collective. Conflict is used