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The Winter Games
Enthusiasm is infectious. Like winning or crying or panicking. It’s also one of the few things that doesn’t get brittle in this season of short days and long nights. The Olympics generate a lot of enthusiasm in a specialized population that spreads across the globe. Many participants have dedicated themselves to their sport since Read more
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Mike’s Musical Monday – Up Here
Up hereIt’s perfectly clearThat everything’s going to end Up hereThat all makes senseBecause it all makes sense up hereIt all makes sense up here Down hereI don’t knowIf I could ever let you goDown hereI don’t know Up hereIt’s perfectly clearThat I can’t fall in love with you Up hereThat’s all for the bestBecause it Read more
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Flash Fiction Friday – FHONY #2 – The Polar Bear
So, it was a polar bear. That’s how I wound up behind bars. I never had a problem with polar bears before today. They seem decent enough, like any other species, I guess. They occasionally take baby seals and rip them apart, splattering their blood all over the snow, but that’s nature. Who am I Read more
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The Art of Love
The strange and fascinating phenomenon whose magic we try to capture with the word “love” has been the motivation for more forms of artistic expression than all other sources combined. I recently had the rare treat of spending a day watching its influence on artworks from the early days of both the 17th and 21st Read more
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Mike’s Musical Monday – Variations on a Theme: Over There
Due to my lovely singing voice, I’ve been inundated with requests for an instrumental song. This one was inspired by George M. Cohan’s melody for “Over There.” As this blog is about Words & Music, the story and the lyrics of the original melody are included below. By Jennifer RosenbergOn the morning of April 6, Read more
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Flash Fiction Friday – The Straw I Grasp at to Break the Camel’s Back
The Straw I Grasp at To Break the Camel’s Back Published by The Journal of Microliterature There is a straw – a girl, really – that I grasp at vainly. Very vainly. I stare in the mirror and think I’m beautiful as I grasp. She’s a straw that I know I’ll never wrap my lips Read more
