Tag Archives: My Life

No Transient Pulse

A dark cloud of pain, she swept in disturbing the rhythm of the current leaving eddies swirling ghosts with open mouths yawning Her body shrinking in knots of fury The child, I released into that storm was immediately lost in … Continue reading

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3 Random Quotes I Stumbled On and The Usual Commentary

I usually post a poem on Mondays, but as art must not be rushed, I will publish no poem before its time. I will give you my Tuesday quotes today, a rather random assortment. However, they each fit with how … Continue reading

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Self-Experiment #8: a mixed bag to be continued

Self-Experiment #8/ Just The Beginning I am a fairly open minded person and succeeded pretty much in not pre-judging or even falling into my old conceptions of people and things. I was able to see people I had worked with … Continue reading

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Self Experiment #8?

As I have not numbered all of them I am guessing, but I think this is number 8. Anyway here it is: I will go into the world today with the attitude that I am the only unenlightened person on … Continue reading

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Accidental Awareness

Tiny little wine glass Shattered by a heavy bowl Spark, sliver, silver spread over the gleam of linoleum counter next to the dish drainer. picking up the offending innocent bowl, a shadow lingers, resting dark against the hard glitter of … Continue reading

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