I Want to Tell You Something

I want to tell you something in a few short locking lines; you may find the concept shocking, or reject it, but that’s fine. You may not think it a poem, for it doesn’t show a thing; it does not just throw out pictures like a TV set with springs. It employs some form and […]

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Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby

One of the greatest drives for me, as a writer, is producing for readers. That’s the one thing that keeps me writing in a journal, as opposed to channeling my energies into more traditional writing forms (i.e., novels, plays, short stories, chapbooks of poetry, etc.). It’s knowing that there are people out there who are […]

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An End to Parables

I’ve spent a life in parables, disguising my ideas in costumes and strange metaphors deliberately unclear and so perhaps convinced the world that I’m a harmless quack, imagining just chimeras with no spine in their backs. But recently, while looking through and sorting sundry stuff, I’ve started thinking parables are just not clear enough. So […]

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Communication for a New Age

This is primarily an intro to several chains-of-thought that make up the bigger picture. They probably will not be chained together in this way once each of them has been fleshed out a bit more. Each historical age is determined by the predominant societal position given to the individuals, groups, nations or empires that can […]

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On Paying for the Privilege

Suppose the price were for a stamp? Would you refuse to pay, if knowing without postage you had no method to say to friends in far-flung places (quite impractical to meet) the things that occupied your mind, your heart, the path under your feet? You’d gladly pay, yet you begrudge the folks who tote the […]

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In my inbox this morning

(edited slightly for content and privacy) Hey: I like you train of thought. I was in church this christmas eve to see my little girl in a play. I heard the preacher talk about Jesus (you know the one from Nazereth), being the “Prince of peace”. I thought you know this just dosen’t seem right. […]

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