ponderable
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Certain memories are a favorite pair of old slippers; ragged, tattered, not much to look at, but comfortable in a way nothing new could be once you plucked them from the garbage; second thoughts? hard to part, sometimes, with a never-complaining old friend then again, sometimes it’s best to just let the dog chew ‘em Read more
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I am a spiritual man I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places, peoples, cultures old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the/a hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, asked Read more
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A story called the girl’s hair ‘flaxen’ and all I could think of was my dietary fiber * * * Naked mimes don’t really have to say all that much * * * Right place, wrong time. Wrong place, right time. Fine lines, leaky pens Read more
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When your faith is tested your belief doesn’t get graded but you do Read more
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Life is an accordion the harder you squeeze, the more discordant the music Read more
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Sitting on the beach in front of my rented cabana watching others relax sipping my daiquiri (banana) wondering how sincere a man can be, ad libbing his mantra Read more
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My old family photos; little, black-and-white, white-bordered circus fun-house mirrors the reflection peering back at me is not a true replica; more a police artist’s puzzled rendering of what nine different witnesses describe as the same bank robber I look at me and see that someone else staring back in a very clear-cut case of Read more
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I was once a New Year’s resolution a young woman I worked with at a large hotel greeted me passionately, spontaneously, in the grand lobby flinging her arms unannounced around my neck, first kiss of a new year January first. Our first kiss, and last wouldn’t have been either had that new year come the Read more
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You cannot pursue your epiphany Elmer Fudd-like True, wascally revelation is cunning, coy, indiscriminate – charmingly droll, visceral with twinkling eye To hunt your trophy epiphany, to blindly stalk personal truth is just taking a walk. Truth – truth be told – is far more cunning than you are much more adept at being the Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 