Tag Archives: randomness

Memory: a poem of the five senses

Posted on April 17, 2014 by John

Burnt cinnamon and candle wax, the surface of sandpaper and a tack, a bitter hint of lemon peel chased with a water back. The tinkle of a shattered glass, the supple strength of silk, an echo of a footstep and … Continue reading →

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Addled Essence

Posted on August 18, 2005 by John

“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 … Continue reading →

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On Auspicious Times

Posted on August 17, 2004 by John

I wonder at the most auspicious times that by some random system are proclaimed and why those correspondences we find ourselves at odds with should take all the blame The moon, for instance, in its wane and wax; The seasons, … Continue reading →

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Random Thoughts

Posted on March 26, 2004 by John

Following the trip trap tripe of the day With a mentholated cigarette and a soda Letting the ringing in my ears From endless hours in conference calls Die dammit die so slowly as the night settles Raindrops in my ears, … Continue reading →

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Random Thoughts on Nothing of Great Importance

Posted on January 19, 2004 by John

I’m writing these things down so that I’ll remember them; they’re not really much of a message or anything cohesive, so be warned, I guess. Everything that IS is unique. Each raindrop, snowflake, each moment, each breath. No two are … Continue reading →

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Random Thought Again

Posted on September 10, 2003 by John

Today’s random thought — making modification to the title of an existing work of literature and using that as the basis for writing my own novel. For example, the novel Incense and Insensibility could be the Fictional account of how … Continue reading →

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Slicing the Apple

Posted on July 14, 2003 by John

So undone by wishing, though its hiding shore, I saw No there are work for whom has love, so doing one should not a madman’s fate! As to find it all of the Most men come across my are a … Continue reading →

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