Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Philosophies

  • Delicacies

    Notebooks a lot of them stacked in an open shelf next to my desk varietal chronicles spiral-bound, stitched binding, composition books, cheap dollar store pocket, leather-covered, gifted to me verse, prose, musings pontifications and declarations the older ones bottom-of-the stack the better brittle pages in varying shades of sepia all the edges time has never… Read more

  • Finials

    Chinese takeout whiskey sour, two cherries living room recliner not yet in full-on mode   discussions of recent past upcoming future plans, goals, objectives abstract in low-resolution   wistful recollections glad-its-over conversations annual ‘old’ sounds-better rebuke – same auld, same auld   old acquaintances unforgotten checking in/on via social media I’m fine/have a happy memes… Read more

  • We all have within us some Captain Ahab obsessively pursuing something, someone unattainable physically or mentally we quest something lost never obtained hadn’t the courage or stomach for a diem you could never carpe uselessly we quest a time we came close nagging should haves gnawing what ifs Crimes of passion not worth prosecuting each… Read more

  • Soul Luddites

    Born in the gloamingfirst decade of the Cold War I puzzle over peerssame vintage as Ideclaring superiority for erawe know only from historyfamily, books, movies 1950’s forever! Disdaining new insightfor tried and…true? Truth? The manufactured idyllic spinpost-war, tenuous-peace The Bomb and all it’ssocietal accoutrementsrationalizing or not realizing now isn’t then, vice versa I see the… Read more

  • Visionally

    Been here too long seen way too much my empathy has decayed piles of rubble-pity hope was a chrysalis birthed ugly butterflies that now flit from dead plant to dead plant Paradox eternal doing right things for eventual wrong reasons appeasing, ignoring those doing wrong things for right reasons conundrums abound doing good where ‘good’… Read more

  • Not flippantly

    Endings, beginnings reboots declining to resolve to do things better? more? less? just because. Finding myself in select company pragmatism not considered a virtue when calendars flip solemnity, tradition of fresh twelve invoked by most still, I demure idealism has its place the reality in transition December to January is more dog-earing key pages less… Read more

  • A toast

    ‘…A flute of champagne contains one million bubbles.’ Toasting a new year – fresh starts beginnings, endings, transitions – see each bubble as a moment each individually tantalizing, collectively rising rapidly, quickly dissipating Gone short-lived effervescence sweet anticipation swiftly departed memorable Savor each bubble – the tingling of remembrance tickle of anticipation moments reveled in… Read more

  • Pseudo 23

    Modern-day Psalmists plying their trade via pithy sayings basic fonts, splashy backdrops portmanteaus of varying interpretation revelations shifting dunes rounded by prevailing winds as arid, accepted gospel lacking lyricism posted for the world by self-anointed prophets claiming persecution, occasionally lapsing into lamenting angst bitterly masquerading as wit pleading cases to merciful gods/laptop Pharisees issuing agreeable… Read more

  • Not in the least

    Claims made by fishermen politicians guys on a prom date can be taken at their word if the words are unspoken first-hand supported by three corroborating witnesses backed up by video duly notarized void where prohibited or English is spoken and understood words to the wise from folks in the know – Mark L. Lucker… Read more

  • We all have within us some Captain Ahab obsessively pursuing something, someone unattainable physically or mentally we quest something lost never obtained hadn’t the courage or stomach for a diem you could never carpe uselessly we quest a time we came close nagging should haves gnawing what ifs crimes of passion not worth prosecuting each… Read more