Category: ShortStory
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Feeling the Need for a Little Magic
The Color of Musical Magic Spells Strumming colors into woven spells,intricate patterns of color,where pulling a single threadunravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its ownhue, making physical structures in the air,floating on the soothing, smooth,intricate work of musical magic. Close your eyes and drift along.Hear the colors building the spell.Open your…
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After the Gold Rush
After the Gold Rushby Neil Young Well, I dreamed I saw the knightsIn armor comingSaying something about a queenThere were peasants singing andDrummers drummingAnd the archer split the tree There was a fanfare blowingTo the sunThat was floating on the breezeLook at Mother Nature on the runIn the 1970sLook at Mother Nature on the runIn…
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Security a Myth
Security a Myth mainstream andsocial media sites bleed murder larceny andviolence of every stripegovernment leaders, theworst confidence-menthis side of prison gates brunt of our conditioning authoritarians convincing us of our super vulnerabilityneed security forces at their beck and call must spendlimited resourcesto eliminate crimethe security myth the excuse of all tyrants but damn little for…
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Gone Blowsy Already
Gone Blowsy Already a third of the Brittlebush hasgone blowsy alreadyand April’s not even done their yellow petals wind-pluckedlike she loves me, loves me notsfuzzy brown heads bob gray-green pincushionspinioned with plethorasof frizzy-headed straight pins –LE – 4/21/24
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Late April Morning Sun
Late April Morning Sun the late April sun leaves my legs and arms itchy and red after three hoursa 23-mile recumbent bike run the dew-rag between my helmetand head is soaked throughbarely keeps the sweatout of my face the ride’s elevation inclinemore than 700 feet took my10 bars of internal power andstrength down to zero…
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Path Along the Julian Wash
Path Along the Julian Wash three crows sitting on the guardraileyeing us as we ride by, thenfalling and somersaultinginto the void along the washsquawking and chattering throughtheir aerial acrobatics amidst an explosion of yellowblossoms, desert marigolds,greasewood, and brittlebush,their mature heads bowingin the breeze like flirtatiousBlackeyed Susans interspersed with the sunglazed,fluorescent peach and lightviolet blossoms of…
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Michelangelo
Michelangeloby Emmylou Harris Last night I dreamed about youI dreamed that you were olderYou were looking like PicassoWith a scar across your shoulderYou were kneeling by the riverYou were digging up the bodies buried long agoMichelangelo Last night I dreamed about youI dreamed you were a pilgrimOn a highway out aloneTo find the mother of…
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Introspection and Identity
Introspection and Identity This is an excerpt from a letter to one of my children who is struggling with questions of identity, dreams, and the reality of where our lives have brought us. Reassessing and wrestling with my identity has been a feature of my adult life and continues to this day. From my experience,…
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Passive and Receptive
************************* Let us not therefore go hurrying aboutand collecting honey, bee-like,buzzing here and there impatiently from a knowledge of what is to be arrived at.But let us open our leaves like a flower,and be passive and receptive. – John Keats
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The Present
The Present Past and future are illusions.They exist only in the present,which is what there isand all there is. – Alan Watts
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