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Although I suffer from a strong faith it allows me the privilege to not fear death or its obligatory attachments no desire exists within me to see just exactly what lurks in other-side-a-topia I don’t ruminate on who I know that will be won’t be there they are dead they are gone they may/may not… Read more
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‘If by chance some day you’re not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I’ve said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled.’ – Red Skelton I never wanted to be known as class… Read more
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Feet on the bottom of a swimming pool at times still fill me with strange sensation retaining an unknown, odd fear – wet concrete hard, dispassionate I was eight the first time I hit chlorinated water our family trumpeting middle-class arrival vacation traveling staying at a motel With a pool. Unimpressed, disappointed I was in… Read more
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Cozy Den of Iniquity Wither thou goest oh, hibernating rodent! Preach thine prediction! > > > > > > > > > > Misdirected Celebratory nod today to the wiener; happy ground-hog day. > > > > > > > > > > Boondoggle Slovenly groundhogs stay in bed, Tweet conjecture; masses, pacified. – Mark… Read more
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Death came again conversational notification sociability media cultural medium du jour mundanely profound in heralding a passing old acquaintance high school classmate we were not close, then now? feeling compelled to not be standoffish, participate in communal grief ‘click’ Our friendship was not at a depth then-or-now lending itself to condolence commentary then, our lives… Read more
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Love is a day at the fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements, leering inducements of all sorts adrenaline-pumping sensory overload You know you shouldn’t overindulge but you do and then you get sick but what a ride, oh what a ride! Faster! Faster! Faster! Up! Down! All around! Spinning! Dropping! Whirling!… Read more
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I am catching my second wind my longing for home going back has overtaken my wanderlust not that my desire to move to see, experience so much more than I already have has waned, run out of gas in the homestretch but the urge to return has simply built up more momentum there is stamina… Read more
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On family trips when I was eight, nine plastic, primary-color cowboys, Indians, soldiers, animals fought and romped in a synthetic, nappy, dark-blue rear-window battlefield meadow Other times, it was a fuzzy ledge on which to lean, and watch the road fading, while my mother half-jokingly admonished me to turn around, see where I was going,… Read more
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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” Laozi Our journey has finally begun there have been fits, starts, delays in getting here; now finally underway, I am ill at ease The irony, not lost on me An inveterate wanderer, – ‘Mr. Spontaneity’ to friends, family I do not… Read more
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Ponderable polemics, poetic 