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Nesorna’s Monologue

Posted on April 18, 2013 by John

I can not say I feel as if reborn — and yet, there is a newness about me, a cleanliness of spirit, that springs forth from a new source, unknown and without name. What words I choose can only dent … Continue reading →

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Deep End Abilities

Posted on December 28, 2012 by John

You coughed, turned your head, said are my eyes still red? Some mornings I just can’t get out of bed; feels like I’m sleeping with the dead. You laughed, rolled your eyes, then you cried about the suicide. Some mornings … Continue reading →

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Freedom of Religion

Posted on July 4, 2008 by John

As a pagan, I often overhear pagan conversations where the chief topic of concern is the negative affect that evangelical Christianity has on the “free trade” of alternative religions – its nature to limit, deny, persecute and eradicate viewpoints other … Continue reading →

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What You Do Not Seek

Posted on November 27, 2006 by John

Assuming you don’t write your own, whose poetry assumes your voice and would, with no small arrogance, usurp the words that form your world? Assuming that you do not play, whose music fills your waiting ears and would displace the … Continue reading →

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Wide Open Road

Posted on March 3, 2006 by John

For some reason, I’m in a shit-kicking mood today. All my ducks are in a row, and I’m feeling my oats. Could be because it’s a beautiful warm spring day with a slight breeze and plenty of sunshine. Could be … Continue reading →

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Independence Day

Posted on July 6, 2004 by John

I heard the sounds last night of war outside my window and front door, wild shells and streaks of fire and light; and I was troubled at the sight. No thought of where the sparks might land entered the minds … Continue reading →

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The Other Shoe Drops

Posted on May 4, 2004 by John

My mother, who turns seventy next year, four days from now is driving from LA, alone across almost two thousand miles (she plans between ten and twelve miles a day) to visit us in New Orleans — she says, for … Continue reading →

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