Category: Photography
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Dime Novel Dreams
Dime Novel Dreams There was a timelong ago, when I’d say my prayers andgo to sleep dreaming ofmy lady fairwhoever it happened to be that day I’d just rescued her from Tommy the school bullyFu Manchu or Moriartyby Green Lantern’s ring and the Shadow’s fireopal girasol – weeding out the bitter fruit of crime and…
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The Primordial Ooze
The Primordial Ooze the darkness isgrowing and I’m old so what to doone thing onlyfight the growingdark strike a sparka match a candlelight a bonfire spark itwherever opportunity presents tindermake daily choices that brighten not darken our collective futures don’t be deceivedall actions have costs impact ever brighter futures or breed dark superstitions reverse evolution…
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The Myth of Security
Security a Myth mainstream andsocial media sites bleedmurder larceny andviolence of every stripegovernment leaders theworst confidence menthis side of prison gates brunt ofour conditioningauthoritarians convincing usof our super vulnerabilityneed security forcesat their beckand call must spendlimited resourcesto eliminate crimethe security myth theexcuse of all tyrantsbut damn little for social-economic equity stop the dailynews social mediaclickbait…
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Second-place Mantra
A memory from my youth as a competitor in musical auditions (instrumental and vocal), preliminaries, and finals. I did well until that last one, described below. My senior year of high school. So, there was no ‘next season’ for me at least not in high school terms. Second-place Mantra I am the chosen oneI am…
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Sonoran Desert Elegy
Sonoran Desert Elegy cougars and bobcatsand coyotesoh myjavelinasprairie dogsand roadrunnersscurry by with jackrabbitsand skinksGila monsters andrattlesnakeswith insectsin infinitevariety desert denizensflying highfalcons and eaglesbuzzards andravens whileowls and bats claimthe night sky backdrop of mountainsand sandy parchedground where cacticreosote and mesquiteeucalyptus anddesert daisies linedry washes summer monsoonsand winter rains thatflood those parched plainsboth evaporate in thedesert heat…
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Crush on a Greek Goddess
I’m writing a memoir/family history for my children and gandchildren. It’s reviving many old memories. The following is one. I had always meant to pay tribute to her. But time and memories slip away along with good intentions. Thanks to writing this memoir, I was finally able to write this tribute. Antoinette my half-hour violin…
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Katana Mind
Katana Mind Ronin YojimboMifune’s tontoSpins in the airLands in crossroadBlade pointsThe wayHe picks it upAnd walks toMeet destiny Yojimbo’s katanaBlade foldedA hundred timesCore soft andFlexible –Cutting edgeHardened and honedSlice throughAnything Katana mind likeYojimbo’s bladeFlexible malleableCore optimisticCutting edgeRazor honedCynicalSlice throughAnything Forging theMind-bladeMeditating openTo nature to lifeHoning theCutting edgeCritical thinkingSlice throughAnything Flip it in the airAt crossroadsIntersectionsDead…
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The Deerslayer Groans
The Deerslayer Grones Deerslayer-HawkeyeUnwilling agentChingachgook lastChief from genocideUnleashed David CopperfieldUriah HeepDark capitalistHistory seenTold and sold asHuman natureNobility civilityMust maximizePower and profitFor utility sakeA necessity Plato and AdamSmith gave coverWhile AureliusMentoredMethods andMore platitudesFor conquestNever ever rest One world ruledBy philosopher kingsWholly ownedRaped ravagedAnd squanderedThe devil’s ownApostles andPriests of theNew World Order The Deerslayer-Hawkeye andChingachgookBurried in mustyOld…
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Philosophy – My Truth 2 of 2
My Truth My truth is not necessarily your truth, because from my perspective all truth is relative anyway. Personal truths are based on whatever baggage we happen to wrap them in. Perhaps truth is an illusion or misnomer. There are facts, that depending on how they are assembled and viewed, may confirm or deny the…
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Philosophy – My Truth 1 of 2
My Truth Opinion, since human nature prevents anyone being a qualified arbiter of ‘truth’ Introduction The idea of ‘personal truth’ started occurring to me in my 13th or 14th year; I was in junior high. While others (not all certainly, but many) of my age were preoccupied with sports, primping, hyper-masculinity or femininity (not that…
