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There was a time, when aspirations of the young were willing to put up with
much more than today. Entitlement was a non-thought. Growing up was para... Many would argue that staying of level head and open heart is dangerous, is dropping one’s guard. But are we not a species of learned kindness? Perhaps the most egregious guilt a creative mind can have is the ignoring of preparation’s demand to make ready an expression. (Painting by Ambarzumja... ''Making the wind and the rain'' is a Far Eastern metaphor for ''intimate lovemaking''. What follows is a computer-generated poem I produced many year... With so many ways to live out one’s life with regret, time given to reflecting becomes a welcome antidote for the malaise. (Image by tumbir) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` I cannot tell when the dream ended and the nightmare began. Now, I am just waiting for the dawn. Perhaps somewhere in a lifetime, some fantasize being marooned on a beach we choose, rather than endure the existing world and ignore its reality. So...
What a week this has been. Like a waft of odiferous air one can’t escape, hate rages on around the world. Once reserved for wars, now it proliferat... How aware are we of the ubiquitous mental affliction that is yet to be included in the DSM? How aware are we of the ubiquitous mental affliction that is yet to be included in the DSM?
There are so many means of toxic contamination today. This is but one. Time Heals??? In some ways it does. I guess most Father's feel this way after they watch their children grow but now watching my daughter with her little girl it seems to hit home more f... I found it somewhat hilarious...I wonder who was the real ''poor baby'' she or I?
Photo by ClaudetteBacho on Flickr
In the dark, I can hear you whisper
shadows still, move across the distance
What did you say, it''s okay
Did you miss me
Shelby Lynne
_______________... This is true. when i was growing up it was okay to say hello to your neighbour or smile to passerbys. In today''s climate it may mean the difference b... Several years ago, I wrote suspense/psychological novel, “3 Way Mirror.” Having spent a great deal of time contemplating the title, here are a few o... As the UN Climate Summit readies its debates starting September 23rd, one wonders how much crazier or absurd greed and denial might become, rendering ... Whether one is focused on Iran, Israel, Pakistan, Russia, Ukraine or America, the darkness of conduct has become contagious. In Becket’s play, Waiting for Godot, Godot can save, or punish, or try or take care of man. The tramps in the play think that as long as Godot comes, ... Regardless of one’s spiritual inclinations, imagining possibilities portends endless beginnings. (Image by glamor mantra.) Amidst the global ethnic, political and religious battles, it is truly the inner-makeup of people responsible for destroying people, not any exterior ... MANASSES GUTH BRIDGE, photograph by Kimmy Van Kooten copyright 1999
Length: 108 ft.
Built: 1858
Height and weight limits:
9 ft. 6 in. – 4 tons
Owned b... An autobiographical poem by Sherry Bach about finding strength through music As the 2018 threats of "no budget, no salary" are foisted out there by the Right, I wonder how the coming weeks of continued budget wrangles will impa... Living as long as I did in NYC, it would have been difficult to have not run into the subject of this poem. Yes, there are many New Yorkers who walk ... For those of unbridled energy, the kind one feels in their 20’s, there’s something about standing at the base of a NY crevasse of opportunity, waiting... An ode to my father. Many years ago, when I first penned a version of this poem, I realized that
Installations have continued to be what remains and ... As we get older, vintage memories often take on new dimensions, often rendering the reflection a surreal experience. (Image by Odin AI) I choose to believe that as we get older, nocturnal dreams are often more real than reality dares reveal during the day. (Image by Odin AI)
The life of a Manic Depressive In thinking about the impact “The Red Violin” had on me, I found myself musing over the personification point of view. (Image by pinterest) "In a universe which seems an existentialist joke" Mankind and man is used in the general sense, meaning- man/woman.
Sometimes, we take things to the Lord, leave them at the foot of the cross only to... In a political season of certain voter rights held hostage, it’s easy to argue some things never change like the continuing prevalence of inequality. Merely an observation of many who’ve thrown in the towel. If only they knew staying alive is to know fragrance comes in many forms.
- With Climate Change and Political erosion in unfathomable manifestations seeming to be slowly eating away one man’s reality in multiple forms, both ... |
