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Business is Business!

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There is this Young Woman, a Vendor at store, Still young at heart, aged sixty-four. She Is sixty-four, if not a day more, and shuffles her wares from the oven. Her husband is dead, or so thought she’d said, or some time in life he’d left her. An old man, myself, my memory fails; in […] Continue reading →

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The Long Conversation

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~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, the Sorrow and Laughter? What is the Yearning to Try? Why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust when […] Continue reading →

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Axis Mundi

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~ Where does the moment That’s suddenly there, Heretofore dormant, But now comes aware, Come from all nothing And then it appears? Latent, an object, To subject, revered; And then, when we’re gone, It all disappears. An Axis Mundi Still will be here! The object of subject, The subject not there. ~ ©2014, Marvin Welborn […] Continue reading →

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An Emergence Story

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~ Tiamat’s waters once were said bitter, where that of the Abzû, cleaner and sweeter. Where the two came to they merged in together, making much profligate splinter and splatter. The off-spring, in turn, en masse where they scattered turned to the raucous that raged and engendered the flux to unfurl, spew forth, endanger the […] Continue reading →

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In Houses Gone Silent

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~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading →

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Peripetia

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~ A change of direction, Some call it correction, Upon introspection, Reorientation. Peripetia, It’s all in the turn; From denouement, Some lesson to learn – Unless one looses And chooses to spurn, It’s loss is the cost, To which we return. ~ ©2014,Marvin Welborn 19 October 2014.

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The Land of Enchantment

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~ Once bitten, thence smitten, it’s said, but not written, in the Land of Enchantment, of New Mexico. From Tesuque, a Pueblo, to Mescalero, White Sands, which stands near Alamogordo: The Sunshine State – ‘til as of late; the Land of Enchantment, called New Mexico. Four Corners are calling, the Pecos is sprawling, and the […] Continue reading →

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Song of Narbona

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~ So different this New Man, The Blue Man, These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at […] Continue reading →

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Simpatico

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~ Tonight I ate The last ripe tomato, A red cherry ball, The last of the vine. And by consummation Communion made The two of us one thing Of purpose and mind. Simpatico features Of late autumn kind: A cherry tomato, And last on the vine; Both, late and last, On some point in time. […] Continue reading →

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Wildfire

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~ A high school reunion where people trade names and stories of glories, enamors, and days of spent youth, by mistruth – The past is all changed. “But, Mary was hot! Is Mary the same?” I play fool’s dominion and give away not, that Mary and I were close in close ways; but, I went […] Continue reading →

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The Head of the Monarch

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~ Awake! At three o’clock in the morning, I’m trying to get my nights and days straight. There’s six hours difference twixt Paris and Corning; A night-light shines on a watch still not set. This low dose of no doze helps to forget; one hour of regress won’t help it a bit: Today will be […] Continue reading →

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This!

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Might well be The last song We sing, From now, Unto Winter, And on Into Spring. No one Can tell me What the morrow Will bring; This much Of learning, I’ve learned If nothing. No one Can foresee What tomorrow May mean. No such Comprehending, Or so thus May seem. What comes Here, and after, […] Continue reading →

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Microcosms

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~ I pass by your house, such a lovely estate! Compared to your neighbors, it looks you’ve done great.   I’ve looked upon you; we’ve met face to face – Worlds upon worlds, where small worlds encase.   Yet, both of us come from different directions – Yours, from a low life; mine, not that […] Continue reading →

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