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18. Drunken Steps
I’m sharing this poem because I think it says a zillion things in only a few words..like a true poem should.
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A Jigsaw Puzzle
Hey, I took an art course once so I should know a thing or two about the visual and temporal renderings of the Great Masters as well as the Nouveau, Op Art or the trendy new Steampunk. So, to probe your right hemisphere (or is it the left?), here is a Multiple Choice Quiz. Please…
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Epitaphs: Part II
Less Is More Sometimes, the stories that headstones tell you are long and often full of Biblical references. Some I’ve seen are brief and to the point: “We Will Meet Again in Jesus”. Once in a great while, one runs across an epitaph that is pithy and wholly understated. The photo below is such an…
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Epitaphs: Part I
Anyone with a good eye can find a zillion stories in cemeteries. That’s saying a great deal about a place where only mute stones stand there to speak to you. The dead can’t tell their tales and in most cases, there will be no one around to tell of a life and give those reposing…
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Now It’s Time to Get Real
For a number of months now, I’ve been posting short blogs that were mostly fiction in nature. Among these were a few that were based on memories and dreams (reality or wish based?). Today, I’m going to begin to mix it up a bit with non-fiction ramblings and musings. This is where I get…
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If You Build It They Will Go
I wish this story was not being written. I wish the slate of my memory could be wiped clean. I curse the Muse who invades my dreams, finds me in my idle hours and dumps thoughts I can barely recall would just go away. Just go away and leave me to sit in peace. But,…
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The ‘AA’ From Another World
I do believe that I am the only person in the Western Hemisphere, if not the World who is haunted and terrified by an AA battery. I must hurry to tell you this story, before they tell you that visiting hours are over and they bring my tray of medications. Once I take these small…
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Confessions of a Reluctant Portal
People either hate me or love me. I wish they would decide and stop being so fickle. People are so fickle. I can’t help being what I am. Well, maybe that isn’t totally true. Perhaps I am paying for some long-forgotten sin or just ‘doing time’ while I wait for the cycle. But, don’t think…
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I Never Met a Map I Didn’t Like
Maps, like wild and green-eyed Irish redheads, are irresistible. They have a magnetic ability to draw me closer to them…to look, to touch and to stand in awe at what they can reveal to you. There are a zillion kinds of maps. This space and my time does not allow me to tally them for…
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Long Live the King
So, now it’s more or less certain that the bones of Richard III were found buried under a car park in Leicester, England. I happened to be in London when the news broke that researchers were looking closely at the site. At first it sounded like a bit from a “Monty Python” sketch…but then I…
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