Daily Archives: August 15, 2003

Old Pottage

Posted on August 15, 2003 by John

While you still have your youth is the time to find out your version of the truth; as you age, fear and doubt can crack the careful clay of all your work and play. Then in a heaping pile of … Continue reading →

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In Boston

Posted on August 15, 2003 by John

In Boston, where I cut my teeth on the raw meat of delusion, and watched myself in disbelief live penniless out on the street, my college days found conclusion. There on the green line, Brookline bound, I took a job … Continue reading →

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Morphology

Posted on August 15, 2003 by John

Listen! It murmurs softly underneath the constant ebb and flow of dulling noise like brackish water seeps into a clear crystal pond, its briny fingers reaching from a sea that constantly must expand. In that muffled shape of sound sheathed … Continue reading →

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The Hero’s Face

Posted on August 15, 2003 by John

Old myths teach us to see great gods each equipped with a thousand arms and eyes facing all ways, seeing all directions at once. Each hero has my face, and yours too; what we find good in ourselves is there … Continue reading →

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