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Hope
Beware of hope Hope – that thing that Emily covered with feathers – rises at the precise moment you determined that it doesn’t exist. It takes the form of mythical creatures you abandoned to fantasy at some point in late childhood. It whispers in a voice that is just beneath the threshold of human hearing.… Read more
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Pity
The longer I live, the less anger I feel toward people who do bad or crazy things and the more I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for the ignorant, the angry, and the apathetic. For the violent and their victims. I feel sorry for everybody. Every copy. Every BLM activist. Every racist. Every… Read more
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Look up
Look up There is nothing worth seeing down here You have seen it all before and each time you see it the dullness gets deeper until it engulfs every bright spark Look up Where all remaining lights still shine Where the air is clean and clear and fresh Where dreams rise up like wondrous balloons… Read more
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Timequake
Reading Kurt Vonnegut’s final novel, Timequake, is a bit like negotiating a pleasant and enjoyable minefield. One page illuminates a love that transcend’s time and the next details a suicide. The saying goes: Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. In Timequake, the human race is forced to… Read more
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If my desire is a dog
If my desire is a dog I keep it on a leash Or locked up in a rusty cage That barely holds the beast These are the lengths I go to To try and find some peace I’ve taught the beast a few tricks Like how to fetch and beg And balance cold beer on… Read more
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A Father’s Day
Before the plague locked up all the places where people gather, I used to visit St. Patrick’s Cathedral once in a while and light a candle in memory of my dad. Unlike me, he was a deeply religious man, and it gave me an opportunity to contemplate the intersection of his life and mine. The… Read more
Words & Music 