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~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom…
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have. (Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination.) ~ what […] Continue reading
Along comes the horseman When things seem unclear; No rhyme nor a reason, But suddenly there. Hope is a Horseman, He comes of Free Will. The horse that he rides on, A bitter sweet pill. Darlin, sweet Darlin, There come the times Somethings seem gruesome, Yet turnout just fine. Yon comes a horseman, See how […] Continue reading
this is the moment it falls into place a minute more later a moment’s erased in time by time the second replaced the first in the quest to next be displaced that was a moment the time and the space dormant one moment the next one posthaste the moment one foments the next one effaced […] Continue reading
~ My dogs are my chums, the best chums of mine – I haven’t just one, but two. They’re both of a kind really quite fine – At my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, a diurnal walk, Down a street, a street called Calhoon; When all of a sudden! out of […] Continue reading
the aura of prescience a quickening heart the presence of essence that comes with a start this is the last thing that one could expect so needless to say how soon one forgets the presence of essence and how it affects what the hell can one say but surmise and reflect change the appearance by […] Continue reading
…. Once a young lad in New Mexico, I lived on a spread where three rivers flow – The Totah, they called it, the Navajo; about which the big bluffs, arose to plateau; around which the sides, the Totah below. These are the plains of a mountainous range, the Great San Juan Basin, of New […] Continue reading
~ Who is this mater Who comes peripater? Who is the mother That touches our lives? Who is the mother, Seeking a daughter? Every year after, In spring she arrives – Full force, On course, She comes; Surprise! ~ Who is the mater, To come peripater? Who is the daughter…. Who touches our lives? ‘Tis […] Continue reading
~ By Sixty-Seven Things would be different. Enter the picture, Of marginal man. By Sixty-Eight It was too late, To ever go back There again. The difference, Appearance; A difference, Began. Many’s the moon, In the end. ~ Ed was a cousin, Ed was a friend; We never saw Edward Ever again. One decade long […] Continue reading
…. The Duke City’s known corruption, as shown Coronado, and his host of new men. The Old Ones knew too, the Wind as it blew the Sun West to East and then send into the darkness, the wile of the night, the room for a moon and the stars in to light and bring into […] Continue reading
…. Here then, a tale, as told by a Grannie, to the Grandson giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old – It arose from the dust, a cock-and-bull tale, and is just as such, of a poor Whip-Poor-Will: a fabliau, from New Mexico…. ~ “This much I know, when politics fail […] Continue reading
…. ah silly Croci ‘tis you I espy on a corner somewhere near a tree under sky how much more of this winter the cold to defy? purple-plush petals stand firm deny the cold in the air the winter’s cold glare ~ there must be some mix up it’s too soon to show up single […] Continue reading
…. Here then, a tale as told by a Grannie, to the Grandson, giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old – It rose from the dust of New Mexico…. ~ This much I know, when politics fail – it falls upon most folks; it pales them most greatly. Failure qua Failure […] Continue reading
~ I watched as my numbers tumbled and fell, out of potential, the actual devolve, down to the ground like the rain on a wall, there from the late stage where old age can tell a past, as if cast – an inviolable spell. ~ Had I only seen what I could have been…. Oh […] Continue reading
… “Man is the rope stretched very thin, between the animal and Superman.” Lying beneath is the bottomless pit. so saith Nietzsche on the abyss. ~ And “God is dead!” He furthermore said. so saith Nietzsche, a misogynist. God turned her head with what he had said, then proclaimed: “Nietzsche, You’re Dead!” …. […] Continue reading
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