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Against The Grain

Posted on July 26, 2005 by John

If knots formed in the wood have turned the grain in a maze that wanders no continued line nor runs a cogent phrase, then those who go against it are not veering from a norm, but rather seeking patterns in … Continue reading →

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Just Go Away

Posted on June 9, 2005 by John

Doctor, I am feeling ill; I’ve eaten all my young, touring the coast of Africa, going through the longboats with a fine-tooth comb. I’m a debutante at the Ball of Confusion, filling fishbowls with the Water of Life, burning the … Continue reading →

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The Seeker’s Lament

Posted on January 27, 2005 by John

For forty years I’ve sought some kind of truth and come up empty-handed, more or less. What dreams I held like treasures in my youth have lost their gleam; my hands, their tenderness. The journey has not gone as I … Continue reading →

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