a poem is a sermon
Watch for me when you sleep — dreams can be masterful fortune-tellers. There is no distance too great, too far, that wishes cannot traverse as mountain travellers. Think of me when you wake — there will be other fond remembrances. Dreams cannot deceive; there is no substance to your fears. I will come for you. […]
When does a dialogue with self cease being a monologue? At what precise moment does the epiphany conceived of self-deliberation end its foolish premeditation on some inner change of being and address itself to the self in others, recognizing in external, living beings that same life force that propels it along the path of least […]
If you read this, you take something made of flesh and bone, a piece of time and space and breath not quite a gift, or loan or even money down upon some future equal trade, but more, one part of dialogue unanswered, thus half-made To read it and absorb its lines, then move to other […]
Freedom of speech doesn’t do any good If no one has time to stop and listen; Not that anyone actually could Listen, with their mouths also open. So I will stop talking, at least for a while, and let everyone else have their say; I will listen to the same things repeated by countless others, […]
Presented for your consideration, two parts of an otherwise normal weekend, filled with taxiing teenage daughters, reading online journals, laundry, pondering work (yes, I am a closet workaholic), sleep (a necessity after the grueling workweek of endless conference calls and quality assurance “light” reading of things like Software Management Plans and 500-line Gantt charts), cooking, […]
for T.S. Eliot When Icarus took flight with home-made wings he sought to rise above, not divine laws, but listening to how the eagle sings attempted to reach past the aeropause that culture places on its young when born to limit how far flung their dreams may reach, and teaches children to avoid its scorn […]
Sometimes keeping a journal can be compared to elective surgery undergone in lieu of some other action, corrective or otherwise, to remedy a more serious life-threatening condition. The act of journaling or blogging, for me, is less about getting my thoughts and creative aspirations down on paper than it is chronicling the space and time […]
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