His wounds had metastasized into his much loved sister's words, written on the paper he was holding in his hands.  Like the flesh that had been ripped from his body and left to desiccate in the sands of Iraq, he could see the effect that war also has on the people… Read full post »

Every once in a while the "invisible hand" of market economics lays a velvet glove on the market place of ideas. This thought occurred to me last night as I took to my habitual review of all things lame stream: cable news networks (what passes for… Read full post »

who could see green Spring shoots
under April snow? It is distant
not yet here to melt in warm breath
blue winter ice stretching at length
certain it will recede again

until then your walk in wooded
remembrance stills the blanching
of a pale hearth beat now glacial

beryl painted, the Castellana's s… Read full post »

I think Harry's Ghost is partially revealed in his latest post. The guy is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery and, you know the rest.

I remember feeling intimidated by the OC's for poetry that used to spring up here. Whatever happened to them by the… Read full post »

A child's many paths knowing no set course
Four legs crawl and three slowly shuffle
Many birthed trails lie before a man's source

Kinder memories, light foot lad's verse
Silly song of youth, a nursery jumble
A child's many paths owned before setting course

Summer Sphinx in sand, you cannot immerse
Fr… Read full post »

Child of mine,
see my hide, calloused and rough
the mast has been lashed enough
Why do you join the picket line?



Writ large by you and yet, not thine!
your history is rough skin that you sluff
see how it abrades! chafes with a… Read full post »

  Gypsy dancer, love in flight
  Life is a dance and you hold on tight

  fierce in your adroitness
  Luck is in the chance
  that sudden frozen stance
  caught in a mid-whirl madness

  Young girls, nesting gypsies
  watch you with pliant eyes
  the gui… Read full post »

 when it is biting your ass!

The problem with rhetoric  is . . .

It is an immovable rock in the hard place of absolutes: Dead Beat Tea Party Dads

It can be abused by hypocrites. Plato defines rhetoric as the persuasion of ignorant masses within the courts and assemblies… Read full post »

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