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Monthly Archives: June 2005
My once sweet voice
My once sweet voice, so innocent and full of strength and power is now reduced to rasp and hum, its range half what it was. It rumbles, where it once so glibly glissed; the pure head tone has sunk into … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged aging, maturity, performance, regret, sickness, singing, time
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Each moment is a threshold
Each moment is a threshold hinged upon an ancient door; we swing between two rooms: the future, and what’s come before. Experience, the lubricant that smooths the rust and squeaks, we start to use, and learn to hoard, before we … Continue reading
Season’s Crossroads
Wouldn’t know it from the weather, but the summer’s almost gone. Those lazy early days have faded, though the swelter lingers on; and the memory of the schoolyard has begun to slip away as if lessons barely ended prove you … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged Badfinger, perfection, Pete Ham, regrets, seasons, summer
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So Much for Science
The art of living well, some pundits quip, is equal parts audacity and luck; while others posit a stiff upper lip and careful breeding lift us from the muck. The hedonist claims pleasure is the thing; his polar opposite, the … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged chimpanzees, futility, hypocrisy, intelligence, progress, science, technology
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Midsummer’s Night
Again the axis ceases its slow spin, and slides across the rachet to reverse; the day and night become each other’s twin, and spheres align across the universe. In this time, when the veil between the worlds is thin and … Continue reading
From The Trial of Nesorna
CHORUS: If far too often fate seems to be fixed and all for nought, pray you remember this: of our own choosing are these states of life, both law and ruler from among us rise. ‘Tis in our hands, that … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged drama, excerpts, fascism, freedom, individuality, plays, totalitarianism
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The Neighborhood from Otherhood
NEIGHBORHOOD: Lissen up, lissen up, I got a story to tell It might sell, it might not; if it don’t, then oh well but I’ll get right to it, make it understood: I’m your low-down, funky home neighborhood. Think somethin’s … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged drama, excerpts, hip-hop, neighborhoods, plays, reality, relationships, violence
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