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How It Goes

Posted on January 12, 2015 by John

Early in the morning, right before the break of day, standing at the transom one eye turned to either way, soaking in the silence of the crisp December air, trying to remember what he did to get back there. How … Continue reading →

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Arise, New Day

Posted on December 13, 2008 by John

Arise, new day, your way much like the last, one footstep forward further from the past; and in your wake leave only settling dust that would try to preserve because it must, or else subside to shadows that soon fade … Continue reading →

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The First Day

Posted on November 30, 2006 by John

If this is the first day of what life remains, who cares if there’s sunshine or thunder and rain? Both have their own virtues, each pleasure and pain; though different, a good deal the same. If this is the first … Continue reading →

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No Surprise This Morning: an alba or aubade

Posted on August 4, 2006 by John

That morning comes again is no surprise; the laws of physics have not been withheld, nor has the motion of the planets, if those laws are merely whims, been held at bay. No vengeful demons or vain deities have paused … Continue reading →

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This Morning’s Song

Posted on April 11, 2006 by John

The song I sing this morning is not new. In fact, its birth predates even my own; yet in between the phrases, now and then, it’s me, and not the tune, that you’ll hear groan. Why is this melody upon … Continue reading →

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A Different Sunrise: an alba

Posted on October 14, 2005 by John

What light may break through the scrub trees that line the well-groomed yard at dawn is thin and pale, its weight degrees less than it when it lingers on the lower depths, the southern end, below the Orleans waterline; there … Continue reading →

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Whence the morning comes

Posted on May 23, 2005 by John

All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading →

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