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The Newest Year
At some point across the Date Line (cutting out the small archipelagos where seabirds don’t care) the New Year somehow begins. Other than on paper, it doesn’t exist its not an admonition in the flesh or a pure astronomical event its just a reinforced reminder of how we measure the flow of time. The New Year…
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National Poetry Month 14 – Nearer My God to Thee
Imagine that sloping deck getting several degrees closer to perpendicular. The small band lingers on the deck the boys are playing ragtime light, airy tunes to keep the crowd calm. Those black tuxedos don’t keep them warm clouds of breath encircle well-coiffed heads. Steam pours from the tops of the funnels brass horns blow in…
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The World Alone
The pope walks empty streets He walks like a toddler Wobbly, but dedicated He sees the people that aren’t there He holds them in his head Like a card counter does numbers And hopes to break the bank with his prayers Down alleys he turns to find A church But now the whole world is…
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Ray Bradbury’s Words
I love and miss you Ray…I wish I took the chance to send you this: I’ve walked with you through so many ages, smelled the odors of countless alien winds on a multiplicity of worlds, braved the frights of ghouls and felt summer suns shine on youth benign. Being a child with limited access to…
The Numinous Cosmos 