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Pagan Comm(unity)?

About two years ago, I participated in a discussion group that included a number of relatively famous pagan “elders”. There was some scuffle regarding some relatively unsavory behavior on the part of one of the members, a leader of a … Continue reading

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Stupid War

The first draft of this song dates from 1975, when I was ten years old. I subsequently revised it in about 1985. I read in the papers ’bout the war today: we’re going to die from an overdose of moral … Continue reading

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On Bards of Old

Did bards of old, I wonder, ever tire of rooting through their souls for a new verse in order to instruct, praise or inspire through their connection with the universe, and after twenty years of “learn by rote”, requiring mastery … Continue reading

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Intimations of Idiocy

From early childhood until now I’ve spent my life immersed in earnest pantomime of games adults will feign to play: the forging of relationships through love, business and war; the chaos that somehow surprises all when facades fail and underneath, … 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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When They Come for Us, Who Will Protest?

Against such foes as ignorance and greed what good are merely human flesh and bone? In which fierce battles waged to rule the soul of a proud nation shall the victor be its best and brightest minds, its stoutest hearts, … Continue reading

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Stirring the Pot, Part 2

As if the little things were not enough: those trivialities that chafe and burn like tinder when it’s dried and raspy rough, that seem so insignificant you spurn the notion that beyond them is the truth. It’s just that they … Continue reading

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