Monthly Archives: June 2018

THE ARTIST

 THE artist           ..                 .. I am the artist   I am the window I am the camera   I am the cymbal I am the mother   I … Continue reading

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THE POET

   The Poet     Yes, the poet knows solitude The hard side of the wood The rough side and callow, the bare and the rawhide splintered, sore and fallow .. He knows silent winters Honest earth, bitten raw Hooded … Continue reading

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Letters of faith #2

On: Losing my possessions Is faith believing for what I don’t have or letting go of what I have already? Sometimes we fret and are anxious Sometimes dark clouds invade our minds and we worry What will happen if? What … Continue reading

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Letters of faith #1

Non non regrette rien … How is it that all our apparent mistakes Have made us what we are? And if we are what we are, because of mistakes Why should our children, who might wish to follow in our … Continue reading

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UNCOMFORTABLE TRUTH …

uncomfortable truth .. The uncomfortable truth is like watching a fly caught in a moment of constant reiteration. The fly moves and through flight and forward motion attempts to escape but is unable to, as its defined escape plan involves no … Continue reading

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OKAPI THOUGHTS

Okapi Thoughts . . In the beginning when I first believed I thought I saw a bandicoot give birth Understood the truth of Job’s complaint  Learned how to write the truth in stone < – > It was all strange … Continue reading

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SHE WAS …

She was Caught between two schools, or stools, Of thought and age, of custom and practice, Wrested from her sex, hers and the image Her culture and influence, shocking! Amy’s tallow flickered in the half light Of obscurity and fame, … Continue reading

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