Author Archives: John

A Thing Survives: byr a thoddaid

So: can a thing survive a fall, then lift itself enough to crawl from where it lands to some safe place, to heal and hide its bruised, scarred face until the foe that pushed it down has doubt it ever … Continue reading

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The Simple Life: a bucolic

The simple life, that free from care and vain illusion we once led, in whose embrace our flourishing and true existence found their height, and with such grace evolved from beasts, abandoned filth and savage ways, escaped the snares of … Continue reading

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Hope and Despair

How fleet of foot is dream-spun Hope; and how Despair, her lead-shoed sister, trips a clumsy way to fill her place! How fair and rosy Hope’s sweet cheeks; and how their bloom is lost to mind as glum Despair’s sad … Continue reading

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The Renaissance Myth: bref double

If genius is the thing that saves mankind by pulling it along above the mud, and with the rarest spark, inducing flames to warm against the night the coldest souls, then why does the world still seem deaf and lame? … Continue reading

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She Saved Me: brag

If she don’t know it, it ain’t worth knowing; all my good ideas, she had when she was still growing; the movie of my life, she saw the preview showing; she was up winning my race before I started rowing. … Continue reading

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The World Begins: bob and wheel

Today the world begins or ends; we celebrate both birth and death, and in between, our lives stretch on in days and nights all much the same. Who is to blame? Some fools would blame the child, while others seek … Continue reading

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Not Those Kind of Blues: blues sonnet

There is no need to holler or to shout, no need to raise a holler shouting out; those ain’t the kind of blues I’m talking ‘bout. The world is in a worry, sure enough, the world is full of worry, … Continue reading

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