December 2011
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Resolving, revolving promises made, kept, broken a yearly event spontaneously preordained commitments utterly devoid of promissory intent, overflowing self-mockery filling all potholes on the poorly paved road to hell Resolving, revolving nothing stays the same but the yearly promises to change though attitudes ingrained leave revelatory mandates estranged new year, old refrain Read more
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It’s the week before Christmas as I sit in my chair watching DVD fireplace-flames licking video air the room engulfed with sounds of the season; beloved vinyl (old 33’s) plus trusty cassettes, brand new CDs crackling logs, favorite carols and traditional tunes; the real meaning of Christmas, humorous ones, too; Of Rudolph and Frosty! Bells… Read more
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Old man sits alone park bench, chill wind stainless steel walker appears to cage him in captivity in the outdoors The man twitches oddly, erratically, ever more violently, piquing concern tinged curiosity; Parkinson’s, perhaps? Some other disorder? Should I call 911? Presuming my assistance I walk his way, stop short; beatific smile not evident from… Read more
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I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not… Read more
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Less frequently but with far more purpose, much sharper focus than my younger, more myopic days my workday mind meanders from the daily mundane to stray to tantalizing, sometimes R-rated thoughts, possibilities for later cerebral erotica starring my oh-so- vixenish-after-twenty-years wife My mind’s eye squints to concentrate on the unfolding cinematic epic in my head when… Read more
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Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or benefit of practicing good aim I happily fire away Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 