Tag Archives: meaning

Nothing to Say

Social media is an infectious disease, spread by word of mouth. We pretend we have something worth saying out loud each day. Who cares how diligently we reshare or like? We like to think we improve silence, but no one … Continue reading

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Some Sense of Meaning: ballade

The world is what it is, the pundits claim; and City Hall no pugilists defeat. No matter where you go, things stay the same; you either like your bourbon iced, or neat. A thing is in itself almost complete; just … Continue reading

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The Slightest Remnant

Along the edge, the slightest remnant lingers before it falls away into the void and dries like alcohol upon the fingers, its essence there but nonetheless destroyed, the merest memory of thought or action caught only by a sentimental whim … Continue reading

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Mere Words

Are they still weapons, these mere words we use to crystallize what thoughts may form at random in our heads or like to squeeze out for some end, a worthy cause we would advance, a blessing, curse or snare of … Continue reading

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Richie Havens

I always felt he sang with such authority, as if his way was how the song should be, and let the writer of it know, in no uncertain terms, that they could use it too, once in a while. Like … Continue reading

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Toward More Colorful Newspeak

If you’ve been reading this blog, you’re aware that I am in the process of organizing my poetry using del.icio.us keyword tags. I’m only about a tenth of the way through all the poems in this journal, and already I’m … Continue reading

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Children of the Garden

Rooted from the garden of our innocence Cut down crosstown, cross time Casting your petals, careless, wind-borne, spilt from your cup like wine Do you, can you, remember it, locked in those vases on the mantle? Is there something that … Continue reading

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