Tag Archives: division

Dividing Up the Blame

Posted on July 25, 2017 by John

There is no religion for the whole of “god”, just some small and all-too-human scraps. We are not equipped to know the universe, nor much more than we hold in our laps. There is nothing that is end-all, be-all that … Continue reading →

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On Optimism: blank verse

Posted on January 18, 2017 by John

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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The Borderlines

Posted on April 18, 2013 by John

Watch along the borderlines, out where the edges meet and mix their colors in the sand that stretches down the beach, not knowing of a start or end or which belongs to which, whose property is over there or just … Continue reading →

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Bipartisan Blues

Posted on May 12, 2005 by John

The fascist right … the commie left … the accusations fly, with neither side, in truth, much worried ’bout the little guy; they do not represent him, even though that’s what they claim, ’cause behind all their rhetoric, they’re pretty … Continue reading →

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Dirty Water

Posted on February 23, 2005 by John

When I try to convince someone that my way is better than theirs, I don’t stand there and tell them their glass is dirty, and as a result they’re drinking dirty water. I just stand quietly, drinking my clear water … Continue reading →

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For Stephen Stills

Posted on February 4, 2005 by John

We have become so polarized. The lines are drawn so black and thick between each side, the pickets filled with stark and ugly words that only emphasize a hate that grows when one’s own thoughts have turned to stone fit … Continue reading →

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The Wall

Posted on May 28, 2004 by John

There is something in a family that doesn’t like a wall inside the boundary it constructs, its face against the world, that thin veneer of solidarity presented to conceal or pander to the social mores ranking its esteem. Behind the … Continue reading →

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