a poem is a sermon
After thoroughly enjoying my new Ampeg bass amp (the magnificent BA300 115), I am reminded of something essential:It’s NOT the lows or the highs, it’s what you do with the middle that makes all the difference.Yeah, the highs and lows are important, but it’s the middle that defines who you really are. And that’s brought […]
Today’s rune: the eight-legged horse that Odin rode to battefields; where god and rider seemed as one great being, neither man nor beast. My own steed? More of Boxer’s ilk, George Orwell’s noble working brute who would attempt to cure the world by taking on the extra mile. We toil as one, that horse and […]
What has the earth to do with air? They seem a most unlikely pair. Just look to the horizon, where they touch for miles, but cross nowhere. What has the sky to do with land? The ground will never understand; it may find heights, but none so grand as air seeks without thought or plan. […]
Rodney Jones left this town while he could still buy the gas Told the factory boys out on the state route they could kiss his ass Didn’t know where he was going, but he was damn sure travelin’ fast Figured out that stayin’ here, there’s no way he would last Rodney had ambition, but not […]
“The problem,” he said, “with making life so easy, particularly for the young adult, is two-fold. First, a life of leisure without significant responsibility or strife is bound to result in an attitude of mere idolent malaise — which of course is far from intense enough to serve as the impetus for any angst-ridden revolution […]
I understand the Midwest: there is no substitute for work, labor being the sacred art that transcends even grief. What is madness, but belief that toil will not resolve conflict, and an aversion to the sweat through which the Holy Spirit flows? I understand the Midwest: no outward sign of strife or tears; the stock […]
Against the entropy of time, no wall is strong enough to stand and remain whole. Though guaranteed a lifetime, it will fall, reduced to dust and rubble; and the knoll which it divides will also wear away, in its old age succumb to wind and rain. What seems a solid edifice today, tomorrow is reduced […]