Ponderable polemics, poetic

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spirituality

  • 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

  • Broadsides

    I once asked God for a sign needing more than spiritual Burma-Shave cardboard placards stapled to raw, rough pine sticks Ah, but I am not advertising my tag-board always blankly devoid of political hate hackneyed slogans five-ninety-nine pizza specials! buy your gold for more! I am not here to direct others to event parking or partake… Read more

  • One metmorphisize fits all

    Happily-ever-after mythology prefaces every sequel continuing character-driven sagas story arc only tacking an index onto volume one, three, sixteen in a set having read this scene repeatedly life movies annotated script writing, rewriting books they were based on playing déjà vu-all-over-again never more than countless times here-we-go-again monotony of changing times changing directors same cast… Read more

  • Pavement due

    Rusted, mangled hubcaps clutter road shoulder, ditches stray, chrome castoffs wildflowers of reckless neglect breakneck speed cratered highways, pilots disdain for flashing, yellow signs by the spadeful, I scoop well-intentioned, tar-coated fill into random potholes indifferent, life is, to the temporary, heavy nature of mundane cavity patches Hey, not my asphalt the road to hell… Read more

  • Recalculating

    another turning point crossroads of cliché and same ole what to do which way to turn got here without GPS will navigate as always, following stars gut instinct not infallible co-pilot riding shotgun, no desire to shoot let alone take aim even with windows down, wind in my hair freedom promised by open roads just… Read more

  • Sips

    I am a wine cellar unto myself occasionally decanted aged-to-perfection vintage at times acting the vinegar sweet, pungent varietal undertones serious melancholy drunk to forget remembering quite dry an acquired taste not for all people label me state certainly what I best accompany pairing me with prescribed ideals things I would never associate knowing me… Read more

  • Dutiful

    Following my calling and the call dropped I call back nobody picks up nobody calls back I have left the messages trying to reconnect number no longer in service ‘your recipient hasn’t set up voice mail for this account’ Am I being ignored via caller I.D. spurned due to embarrassed discomfort Following my calling and… Read more

  • Resolute residues

    Sometimes I ponder my legacy picturesque footprints in beach sand casually, photogenically left behind, impulsively signed with flotsam stick left to the whim of waves, rising tides? Existence as an Etch-A-Sketch frozen in time via cataclysmic event fossilization rendering me ancient to a distant archeological future? I cannot say Hearts, initials clandestinely written whimsically defacing… Read more

  • Q-and-A

    I am aging gracefully as is my faith like the gray replacing the brown in my beard pesky questions have been quietly replaced not with answers but the earned ease that comes with the confidence of blithely ignored uncertainty, There is grace in abandoned worry, freedom in letting go the folly of life mastery comfort with… Read more

  • Playing on

    Faded are July’s warmth, summer’s cheers. Supplanted now by the encroaching hints of cooler days, forgotten expectations, procrastinated chores shelved, he can only now muse without dwelling on what won’t be. Could-have-beens and maybes aren’t statistically meaningful; they never really were, except to others in relation to their expectations and dreams for him. Regret is… Read more