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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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On Optimism: blank verse

One can suppose those clouds are silver-lined, that just around the corner lies great joy, and what appears today both bleak and sad tomorrow may turn out to be rainbows. Let anyone suggest such dandy things and all the world … Continue reading

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Politisaur: bestiary

It crawls – more like a slither, for its legs are short and curled beneath its awkward bulk – and in this ambulation, leaves a trail: rough scales, small bits of food, and rivulets of an almost translucent, greasy sweat. … Continue reading

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A Thing: barzeletta

A thing before the eyes, so crystal clear, a vision any fool could plainly see: the fate of any government of men who choose, not to subdue nor comprehend the reasons why a thing should come to pass, or be, … Continue reading

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Some Sense of Meaning: ballade

The world is what it is, the pundits claim; and City Hall no pugilists defeat. No matter where you go, things stay the same; you either like your bourbon iced, or neat. A thing is in itself almost complete; just … Continue reading

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The Dance: balada

And there upon a hardwood floor the dancers gather, to once more repeat the steps and spin around betwixt mid-air and solid ground, their minds affixed on meter’s mark, the breath between time’s light and dark, a march toward a … Continue reading

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