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A Witch’s Daughter

I watch my daughter grow. She finds the patriarchy’s walls, once comforting and so secure, now quickly closing in; and the consumer culture, bred in bright and shiny malls, begins to question her reluctance to wallow in sin. The icons, … Continue reading

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Suppositions

Picked up set up called up stood up held up fucked up hoping for a let up Made over looked over passed over like a four-leaf clover glanced over once over start again start over Poked at joked at chew … Continue reading

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One from General Eisenhower…

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the … Continue reading

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Add Chris Rock to the List of My Generation

In my last few posts, I was lamenting the fact that my generation seems to be missing writer voices. Well, I just picked up Rolling Stone issue 947, that included an interview with Chris Rock. I’ve always appreciated his comedy … Continue reading

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The Pen and the Sword

a bref double Speak to me, if you linger at the trough and hesitant to take a drink, hang back while others have their fill and more besides, expecting none will challenge their self-right. I give to you a gift … Continue reading

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My life as a Moody Blues song …

Several entries ago, I mentioned a book on learning to think like Leonardo da Vinci. Well, I am slowly working my way through the exercises (very slowly indeed, as I am mired somewhat at the first one), which is to … Continue reading

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There Is No Mundane

The clock will stop that human hands must wind; its mechanized contrivances will fail, and in those precious seconds between time the boundary between the worlds is frail. On one side, secret lands where shadows pale; and on the other, … Continue reading

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