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When history’s sad lessons fail

When history’s sad lessons fail to find their place in memory’s halls and social constructs name their grail progress alone, foundations fall. Progress to where, and at what cost? The road to ruin remains paved, while freedom’s edifice is lost … Continue reading

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What good is art

What good is art if it does not instruct, or for our “better angels” cast new wings beyond utilitarian design, reminding us that beauty without form is doomed, under the sheer weight of itself to force its rigid framing to … Continue reading

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The Loss of Art in School

There is no good in writing it, for no one cares to read; no point in baking word-filled pies, there’s no one here to feed. There is no point in singing it, for we have all gone deaf; besides, no … Continue reading

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Between Something Worth Saying and a Voice to Say It With

One of the biggest personal challenges I face as a poet is striking a balance between form and function, or between pose and purpose. What I mean by this is that as an artist progresses in their technical ability, in … Continue reading

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A School of Truth

The world is full of empty headed fools — their courses set by half truths and whole lies — who trust their leaders, and obey the rules, and bow to every bright new flag that flies. To cry “Alas!” that … Continue reading

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Mixed Messages

You’d better not pout, you’d better not cry You’d better be good — I’m telling you why: Santa Claus is coming to town. He sees you when you’re sleeping He knows when you’re awake He knows if you’ve been bad … Continue reading

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How the Brain Lost its Brawn

There was an idea that grew in a brain — not a clean break, but rather a troubling sprain. It swelled up and shut off the centers of speech, thus remaining hidden; and just beyond reach it festered, fermented and … Continue reading

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