Gentle Advisement: The following post involves the passing of a family member. This happens rather quickly, and the remainder of the piece is uplifting and wise. But if you are not in a comfortable space to read of such at the moment, perhaps you might want to visit […]
Somewhere, over there Many thousands of miles Lies my homeland Where so much Has gone so wrong Democracy has been wounded Stabbed by the flailing blind Compelled by ignorance and fear I don’t understand How some can harbor so much hate Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the […]
Note: I’m once again breaking my “wait two years before you repost something” rule. Apparently, the pandemic has turned me into a protocol rebel. (But not like those idiots with guns who are protesting at state capitals. I never want to be associated with that mess.) I stumbled […]
Our journeys are filled with chances Doorways to not now Some taken, some ignored, some slammed Some never noticed Until the clarity of time reveals the miss Is it fair, at this point, any point To wonder about the branches Ponder the paths pursued and passed […]
Note: I ran across the following bit this evening, parked in a folder named (sadly so) “Incomplete or Never Posted”. (I can’t swear that it’s never been posted, because there have been so many years and so many posts.) I’ve been having some sidebar conversations with new bloggers […]
What if you awoke one day with the remarkable chance To drop what you’re doing, let it all go Pack up just the important bits and Kiss your loved ones (of course) Promise to write (maybe) Walk across the lands Climb a golden hill Until you found […]
Somewhere, over there Many thousands of miles Lies my homeland Where so much Has gone so wrong Democracy has been wounded Stabbed by the flailing blind Compelled by ignorance and fear I don’t understand How some can harbor so much hate Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the […]
Intro: It’s been a while since I did a “Sunday in the Park” (7/24/17, according to my anal-retentive spreadsheets), a project I once relished and then slowly let drift. (Sound familiar?) I really would like to revive this little tradition, so I’m revisiting the very first one as […]
Sometimes the story is not important, only an image, and some random graffiti, and the happenstance of being in a certain place and time, stumbling across the echoes of others, a thread of connection, wispy, vague, hinting and nudging…
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