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Monthly Archives: February 2003
The Right Question
An animal in a cage does not spend its time rehashing how it got to be in that sad place, reliving the moments from its glorious prime; but often a puzzled look is upon its face. Unlike man, it does … Continue reading
The Blustering Wind
For two days now non-stop the rain flows, while the world waits patient for the sun; and still the wind against the window blows. No one is out at parades or picture shows; In this dreadful weather, no Mardi Gras … Continue reading
Charlie Bucket vs. Veruca Salt
Did you ever notice something very strange about Disney’s (OK, so maybe it’s not Disney’s, but it’s the classic one starring Gene Wilder as Wonka) version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? You know, of course, that the whole idea … Continue reading
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Writing Every Day
The mind is a muscle, and not a gland that simply filters things inward and out; each conscious movement of a writing hand flexes more than the arm’s tendons; No doubt with each new thought a synapse finds action, and … Continue reading
Sleeping In
There are some that make you feel guilt and shame about those few extra hours in your bed on a stray Saturday morning, eyes red after a late night and work-week; they blame you for the world not being up … Continue reading
May the Teacher’s Role Be Lessoning
A recent discussion in a friend’s journal made me think of a poem I wrote a few years back in response to a thread on a pagan discussion board related to “why doesn’t someone teach me NOW what I want … Continue reading