Category: Ethics
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Truthful Memoirs
A True Memoir ~ Mostly mental gymnasticsput yourself backin time towho you and theywere thenbut withhindsight perspectiveevaluation andintrospection attempt to be fairto yourself andthose who accompaniedyou througheach of the physicalemotional and psychicalfeatures of yourhistorical arccradle to grave memoir needs apersonal perspectivebut realistic truthfulevaluation of timesand events leadingto the writing nexusit should not bea historical romancenovel…
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Life, A Spell Cast In Colors
The Colors Spell of Life emotions color thewhole-cloth of our livesis love white, pink, perhapsblood-red… loveone degree north of hate is avarice the greenof envy or does greenindicate a love of natureall fauna yet anotherdegree of love anger may be crimsonor perhaps ultravioletrage just low energysegments of the colorspectrum woven in so we sing the…
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A Quest For Magicians
I’m in the mood for a little fantasy today … so tired of our everyday drone of ‘reality’… —LE Magician’s Quest wish upon a star forthe din of wolves frolickingfor lost mysteries and dragons with cold steel held captiveby even colder magic, tied tothe crimson mists of ravensong with the blazing backdropof the unquenchable sunwith…
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Natural
Natural If we are part of nature… and there’s no real reason to think otherwise,then, what is ‘natural’ and what is not? Isn’t the whole universe ‘natural’,evolved through the ‘laws’ of its existential nature? Then, intelligence and ‘artifice’ in all their formsare also part of nature, and natural. So, what is ‘natural’ and what is…
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Pivotal Judo Match – A Memoir Memory
Judo Match When I was preparing for my Sandan test,had to compete in a rank tournament togain more points for my advancement. This was my first match, and I needed to win.My opponent was my rank, but younger,fast and agile; he mounted the tatami with confidence We took our starting marks and bowed.The ref said…
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A Memoir Memory – Joe That Old Crow
Of the stock crow photos I reviewed, this one looks to most like Joe as I remember him… Joe The Crow When I was a childWe bird-sat a crow, named JoeHis real name unknownExcept to other crows Uncle Bob left him with usFor a couple of yearsWhile he was deployed to JapanThough mom wasn’t a…
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Chicago Adventure – Another Memoir Memory
Chicago Adventure Back in the late 70s, my trio-mates and I were in Chicago, looking to find venues that would let us play our original folk and folk-rock song sets, and hopefully make a little cash for gas as well. We had stopped at a Ground Round type restaurant (they were popular back then, there…
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El Tour de Tucson
El Tour de Tucson was yesterday, a finewarm and sunny dayorange special event signsnow pushed up againstempty roadway curbsspectator herds gone homeorange traffic conesstacked in rowsready for T.D.O.T. storage‘till our next special T.C.O.C.sanctioned eventcommercial elites pleasedwith the 9000 plusexpected entriesfrom across the nationand other countriesour 40th commercial successEl Tour de Tucson –LE – 11/24/24 T.D.O.T:…
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November Bike-path Ride
November Bike-path Ride a Tucson bright blue November morn’ sun-baked desert floor faded greens and brittle browns high and dry bike-path riding on a Tucson bright blue November morn’ –LE – 11/14/24
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Anchorless & Rudderless
Ramblings I’m empty pocket blue, riding a steel rail into the murky night. Time and miles roll by as I fly through ambiguous sights. As I close my eyes to all things consider, my life’s flight from stop, go, right turn, left, and wrong, impregnates the reverse with dreams of my impending rise, or demise, …
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