Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
Myths and Stories
All our myths and stories Have roots deep in time Not all truth and glories Buds, weeds to sun climb
Remember Not
I remember When young One time When I lived In the moment Though not the moment The time itself Nor do I recollect The now When I became Self-reflected Imputing moments With meaning Without presence Revealing that In this world, now Communication requires Us to give up Our being, connection With our self Too great […]
An Immodest Proposal
Sadly, this will be the second time I will have posted this piece on this date, the third anniversary of the Newtown murders (the first to fall on a school day). Because many tragic deaths continue to occur, I have vowed to mark this tragic date, in this manner, until such time as we come […]
Till Such Time
Fabled treasures are the purview of men Hearth, home, filling the hope of women Been told, but doesn’t mean it’s true then We heard this meme over and over again Terrified men work to return olden days After, oh so slowly, we changed our ways Realigned our shoulds, oughts and mays Until the time we […]
One-eyed Man
We are conditioned, convinced when we are but babes in arms Depends on the teacher to determine whether this helps, harms Despite where we live, we are persuaded to think as we are told In America, the United States of, we’re pressed into their mold Molded thus, in childhood, know we’ll have any life we […]
On the Town
Could it be I stop for coffee in the morning That it’s little to do with imbibing caffeine Could it be I am engaged in my sojourning Simply so I may see and by others be seen
Of Course
Why, of course, it cost a lot It cannot be any good, if not Do you really believe this true Just a bill of goods sold to you Would you matter either way Would it matter any given day It cannot matter that I can see You know it never comes free Except what you […]
Make It So
Every day is a day to make new stories. Our own, the stories we alone can tell. Every day the stories we tell ourselves and others have the potential to change how we see the world, to change the world. You don’t believe me, do you, about your story? It’s true, but we must make […]
Disquieting
I speak my disquiet to the concrete and the glass To every other person which, on the lane, I pass Tell it to the trees, the birds, every blade of grass Adults so rarely listen that I tell each lad and lass Nothing comes from my dismal, despairing cries Torrents of bombs and bullets fall […]
That’s the Rub
There is oh so much you can fit Within but a few choice words Brevity, it’s said, the soul of wit So say less, if you will be heard If your thoughts do run longer Better when carefully set down If not, they’ll likely be wronger Feet in mouth; you’re a clown Bombast bloating into […]
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