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No one stole the moon

No one stole the moon from us by force. Instead, they bade us sleep; in that little death our memory faded, and our Mother’s song (not the sing-song lullabies or product placing jingle-jangle from an artificial moonlight like an android … Continue reading

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No More Sad Weepings of Regret

No more sad weepings of regret for could have beens and not quite yets, for rituals left incomplete for locked doors facing empty streets for words lost in a tempest’s rage for missteps on an unlit stage for ancient wounds … Continue reading

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The Butterfly Effect

Among the movies recommended by my daughter for weekend and early week viewing: Napoleon Dynamite and The Butterfly Effect. About ND, I will say this: my daughter thought it was highly amusing. But then again, the beautiful and popular people … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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Stirring the Pot

As you delve deeper into who you are, quite often you touch things that make you ill — those tendencies and habits that so far you’ve managed to ignore. Until you still the chaos that engulfs your conscious mind and … Continue reading

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Question Posted to the Ishmael Community

Posted this evening to the Ishmael Community, a web community devoted to the principles set forth by Daniel Quinn in his books Ishmael, The Story of B, and Beyond Civilization, among others: My question is the result of a conversation … Continue reading

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Ah, New Orleans: a villanelle

The air is thick with history, with years of sweat and toil. Old ghosts play hide and seek in sheets that show more recent use; the wiser tourists avoid alleys and shun Bourbon’s roil. Old men of different colors sit … Continue reading

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