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I Will Not Dwell: a bob and wheel

I will not dwell on might-have beens, nor doubt the world’s slow turn; but fill my world with verdant greens, with love’s unending yearn     to learn     of things beyond my reach,     just out of sight and mind;     what dreams and … Continue reading

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Season’s Crossroads

Wouldn’t know it from the weather, but the summer’s almost gone. Those lazy early days have faded, though the swelter lingers on; and the memory of the schoolyard has begun to slip away as if lessons barely ended prove you … Continue reading

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Tailormade

It may be that the swath through life I cut runs down a different seam than I once thought would turn into a finished garment; what great pattern looked so perfect when I bought it, now seems out of style … Continue reading

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Intimations of Idiocy

From early childhood until now I’ve spent my life immersed in earnest pantomime of games adults will feign to play: the forging of relationships through love, business and war; the chaos that somehow surprises all when facades fail and underneath, … Continue reading

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Words Burst the Thirteen Open

“I have nothing to say and I am saying it; that is poetry.” — Thirteen Words, John Cage What it is or was mulled over like cheap wine we drank although we didn’t know it and so we called our … Continue reading

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No More Sad Weepings of Regret

No more sad weepings of regret for could have beens and not quite yets, for rituals left incomplete for locked doors facing empty streets for words lost in a tempest’s rage for missteps on an unlit stage for ancient wounds … Continue reading

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The Heart of Beauty

When Beauty stands alone at last upon the wretched reefs of time and watches as her suitors sink beyond the pale horizon line where tied to masts of providence they’ve closed their senses to her charms and set their sextants … Continue reading

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