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Thoughtlets. XLVIII.
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Freaky Night (poem)
One more poem from my long forgotten CD. I wrote Freaky Night mostly in my head as I walked around a neighbourhood lake late at night. My footsteps were a metronome and the words fell into their rhythm. The moon… Read More ›
The Fine Art of Thumb Twiddling (poem)
I wrote the following poem at least a decade ago. I’d forgotten until this evening when I unearthed a CD from a dresser drawer and had a look. I help my mother ease into the passenger seat, guiding her by… Read More ›
“That They Themselves Are Beasts”
18 I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts.19 For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing… Read More ›
Thoughtlets. xxxiv.
The Assumption(s) of the Soulless Shoes David Hume noted, That the sun will not rise to-morrow is no less intelligible a proposition, and implies no more contradiction, than the affirmation, that it will rise. David Hume (1711-1776). David Steinberg, Ed…. Read More ›
What’s in a name? A face, a voice, laughter, habits brought readily to mind.
The names of the people we love are like beads on a Rosary, well-worn worry stones oft-fondled for comfort and reassurance.
As opposed to an “A” struction? Or worse, a “D” struction ?!!
I imagine structions are rated on a danger-scale from A through D. An A is precautionary for ‘in the unlikely event’, but be aware something can go wrong. A B denotes a strong likelihood of minor injury or inconvenience. C,… Read More ›
Experiment with prose poetry. About Hell.
People wonder where is hell and what is hell and others answer, hell is here. It’s here on earth, and it’s pain. People are in pain and it’s hell. People are in hell. And people are out of hell. Some… Read More ›
Hume on the balanced life
I’m feeling crushed by the woes of the world, as if it’s incumbent on me to fix its problems and set everyone straight. I should blush at my arrogance. Blushing would at least lend me a rosy semblance of health…. Read More ›
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