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Working on a Building

You are what you are because of your past daily habits. Day by day you must make or break your body. You either build it up or tear it down. – Angelo Siciliano (Charles Atlas) The way we live our … Continue reading

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No Time But the Present

Time was when I used to write a sonnet a day – for about two years, if you care to look back through the archives here.  I think it’s time to kick start that old tradition. You know the saying … Continue reading

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Space Between Breath

What still remains when words have run their course, and soundless, lay exuberant and spent beyond the realm of sound? What is the source that waits between each breath, self-evident for just the briefest moment, as the lull when one … Continue reading

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In that brief instant

When surety retreats to shadows, tenuous and mewling like a frightened child that in the creeping dark sees monsters and in a fetal shivering ball refuses what assurance reason offers – in that time between the second hand’s slow grinding … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Time and Loss

A conversation yesterday prompted me to think about time and loss in a personal way. Think about it: as a musician, it seems like one is always surrounded by greatness in terms of performances and songs. Upon close examination, you … Continue reading

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Time the Devourer

Tradition, will your ancient prison walls, behind which all are born and most will die, hold firm against time’s fervent battle cry that need not force its soldiers in your halls but deep down in your dungeons simply waits while … Continue reading

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Just Like That

I wish to communicate. Alas, fate does not desire that we should speak today; instead it blocks our way with fire, which we perceive as brute force. It’s not, of course, merely smoke; but feel – its flames do not … Continue reading

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