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  • I Get Jealous Sometimes

    So kind, so generous, so compassionate, words I feel evade me, when in the lower moments I forget about my humanity. We all possess this ability to turn down our opportunity to live our lives free of scrutiny. Oh we do have paths, we must learn to live by, and yet when we become self…

  • Last Spoken

    When while every moment of life speaks with the echo of nature, some choose a concrete sentiment. Is it possible to know last words perhaps spill similar sound. ~ I wanted to say every moment meant the exact opposite of what remains, yet, the words, the voice, our own struggle to be the immediate in…

  • When Time Stands Still

    Usually news, not just an epiphany, perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to have a long cry when we, well similar sounding sigh, we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of uniformity while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the normalcy of our lives. ~ Last night a dear friend told me news…

  • This Thing We Call Love

    I remember a long time ago, I wrote a little piece about John Lennon, the day he was killed and the newspaper printed it. I was 20 at the time, and it was simple, ‘Guns don’t kill people, people do’ and I couldn’t really take credit for something the world was repeating to itself over…

  • Silence is a Forest

    Listen to the birds singing in springHear the cello at home in between Each memoryEach moment A song we could create in melodyIf only the world not live parodySuch is the mendacity of our timeWhen still is beauty yet sublime Each momentEach memory If in the midst of a traveled rhymeWe shut out a neighbor…

  • Thoughts in a Covid-19 World

    I haven’t felt like writing for quite some time, but today I received the inspiration I was pleading, and so it goes that I want to talk about this Covid-19 crisis that we will seemingly endure for quite some time. It will change our world, our lives. The number of positives today reach 169 in…

  • An Unconditional Prelude

    We stood and watched, heard about a couple of planes ascending into the atmosphere above and beyond a toxic city.   We wondered aloud, thought oh my, such a tragedy, imagined only a particular moment, far beyond our backyard, we don’t even need a fence, so convenient, so far away.   We began to stare…

  • Having A Cry

    Just now, in the quiet atmosphere, where no one might hear my sigh. A silent recall today a different time, conversation and laughs, and then a glance, a pause when eyes purposely met one another again. Quite evident is the changing focus, something exciting to us both.   I will remember you a saying just…

  • The Importance of Beauty

    We live in a society of measure. Of mirrors and reflections and purposeful glances. We operate by sensing physicality alone, even when made aware of a far deeper context to what is beauty in our lives, in our society. This is an important subject to dwell upon in light of the ugliness we are experiencing…

  • Life Is Not A Ploy

    Though there would be immediate disagreement in one, quiet satisfaction in another, in the final hour, one would realize if they did stop to glance, a world beyond their own device, would, might still exist, and in that social fabric ignored, a pain, a fighting soul whose rapture not found might emulate the sorrowful nature…

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