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2025 poetry harvest. #3 >most tomorrows cast away the tomorrowsthat led your hearttowards emptiness bring me to your lonelinessand deny your wantsfor longing share with me in faithlessnessand love me throughmost tomorrows -dp- 2/18/25 (9) This is another I sruggled with for more than just 2024 and '25. Wording is close enough to release. Also,... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #two ` ~ > near oz Find a place, far awayenough to feel like oz,or home. A place so distantit could shelter anyone,even us. We should not thinkof this, or turn awayfrom hope. But we must keep runningat least to look aroundthat next corner -dp- 4-11-25 (15+) Boring note: I made a... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #1 > holding space She's invisible, butholds to placesno longer around. It's less a matterof reflectionthan refraction. But of course,there's that faintshadow of magic lingering from youthand a mirage thatmakes her seem clearly unseen -dp- 2-4-25 (8+) I like what I think I'm saying here. I hope readers get it. Or get... Continue Reading →
(two-minute read) If we can not identify this type of bird as simply being one in the bush, then we must cross-reference it to some similar species, or at least find some way to relate it to a genome featuring related sequencing characteristics. Otherwise, we should universally call the bird Bill, short for a new... Continue Reading →
Filed under Quickies (a two-minute read) At first, people thought that paper money had no real value; not only did it have no bulk or substance, but it was also awkward and nearly silent to exchange. Bill developed the Billfold in which to store and carry paper money. This created methods and protocols, classic styles... Continue Reading →
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> I was interviewing for a copywriting position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview done. He had even shaken my hand,... Continue Reading →
-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn't. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the... Continue Reading →
what happens at the lab may not stay there. I was in the lab, drifting on and off near sleep, and reflecting on the holograms we were developing. How they might serve mankind well as disposable proxies for humans in vocations such as search and rescue, police work, firefighting, and other risky occupations. How they... Continue Reading →
Please note: some things mentioned may be sad. "Things were going along just fine." I would guess almost anyone might say the same, or at least something very similar. We all tend to navigate, make decisions, and cast judgments using our own terms of common sense. At least, we try to do so most of... Continue Reading →
Had we more space than now, maybe a small room, or a tiny apartment where we might share our love. Just the two of us. Somewhere near water. Maybe a well from which we could draw to drink, and sometimes bathe, perhaps wash our feet, even clean our clothes. Always to be used with care,... Continue Reading →
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