More Than a Fence

~ There’s a neighbor of mine,   that I see time to time, friendly,  but strange   and peculiar.   A Pulizter Prize winner,   for writing some poetry. Which poems   that he wrote,   I don’t know.   He comes out in rich robes   and fancy house-shoes, only to pick up   […] Continue reading

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Mending Light

  I went to a Poetry Reading, where a Philosopher     sat in the troupe. When the conversation     turned to the ‘Truth,’ it changed the whole venue     and meaning.   “Truth,” said the wise-man,     “is like a Noon day Sun: When too bright, it is too blinding;   […] Continue reading

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