Tag Archives: loss

After the Flood

The things by which we measure our success: accumulations from long years of toil, the pride of equity in an address, and our precious illusions. How soon spoiled, in just a moment’s passing, are these goods, respectability’s crush torn away. … Continue reading

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On Heartbreak

It breaks my heart to think of you out there in pain; I hope you, too, likewise consider how I feel in your attempts to keep it real. I wonder, though, if broken hearts are not in fact where real … Continue reading

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Before the Last Visit to the Vet

The smell of the sick-house lingers where the medicines are mixed; even fresh washed clothes and fingers tend to keep the reek of it. The taste of food is changed, its scent turned sour and stale, reducing appetites to nil … Continue reading

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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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Socrates

Each grain of sand that populates the endless span of shore seems to be some small answer, yet implies that there is more to knowing than to learn by rote some formulas or rules; and when compared to the wide … Continue reading

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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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On Beauty

Beauty is youth’s currency; and those who have it spend without a care for what may come, as if it will not end. The doors of hearts and shops alike are open to its wants, and offer endless credit to … Continue reading

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