Ponderable polemics, poetic

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wondering

  • Distance

    The expanse is self-inflicted a self-exiled expatriate; I am here, not there answered a calling, have since done my best at least pretty well considering restraints with which I had to work sometimes I feel my work here done my time here over needed elsewhere, so I try to believe but the work here is Read more

  • Trinity

    I “This,” he said, bemused, “is my calling?” “Well,” replied God, evenly, “at least I didn’t call you collect.” II “Ah, yes!” he said confidently, “This is my calling in life!” “Unusual,” puzzled God, “as your line was always busy.” III “This” he proclaimed with cautious certainty, “is my true calling.” God nodded affirmingly, “Well, Read more

  • Ahhh…huh?

    The moment my life succumbs to logic I will consider it an out-of-body near-death, come-to-the-light experience Sort of a reincarnation of myself at least, as seen by others Read more

  • Targeted

    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