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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir

What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading

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Listen: cinquain

Listen. Let the sound come; as you sense this new song, pretend you just developed ears, and hear. Listen. The sensation of experience finds you; feel the music filling your bones with light. Listen. What you’re hearing isn’t just some … Continue reading

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3. Be born

Everyone that I know was at one point born – so far as I know, all joking about hatching in the desert sun under the watchful eyes of vultures aside. I am no exception. The facts are readily verifiable: at … Continue reading

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Something Else to Find

So, on the back of ancient drooling time, whose wrinkled brow reflects an aeon’s span, we ride like barnacles with some great whale, our presence raising neither pain nor care, and taste the salty froth of cresting waves, as if … Continue reading

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Two weeks

In two weeks I’ll be fifty. Where has that half century gone? It feels the world is speeding by this jockey on the lawn, who used to hold the reins and feel some semblance of control but now just stands … Continue reading

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Cycling: a lune

When you start things seem a lot easier than they are: you wake up each morning with a smile and positive attitude, a clear goal to accomplish on that day, with known outcomes. In the middle, things get a bit … Continue reading

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I wonder if like days

I wonder if, like days that start to shorten and slowly cede their hours to the dark, each hour’s breath becomes much more important, because it marks the dying of a spark; or if, because we pay it no attention … Continue reading

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