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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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