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Mirror Me Not
I looked into the mirror and saw you. You are not me. I have not become my friend. I have not become my enemy. I have certainly not become you, Whoever you are. This is not Dorian Gray’s mirror. I … Continue reading
Musings on Boiling Broth
The broth inches toward a boil. Tendrils of liquid fat swirl around, Sharks in a whirlpooling frenzy. Circling, Diving, Reappearing. A watched pot never boils. But I don’t care if it roils. I’m watching the motion. Watching the self-organization. Its … Continue reading
The Devil is in the Ice Cream
Despite the chill in the air Silky, smooth rivulets of cream Slide between my fingers that Clutch the sugar cone. My palm feels the ticklish, sticky Drip, drip onto my shirt, my shoes The unappreciative cold sidewalk. My eyes moisten … Continue reading
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Musings on a Naked Matador
I need a naked matador to battle my inner demons Not a rodeo clown to distract the menacing hordes Not a huntsman to track and shoot the raging beasts Not a hypnotist to soothe and calm the crying monsters … Continue reading
Lazarus and the Cookies
“What are you doing here?” I said to clearly warm cookies Arranged neatly on the kitchen island. “There are no cookies in the house.” “We are Lazarus come back from the dead” The cookies replied in a chocolate smooth melody, … Continue reading
Musings, the Audio Sessions II
The Diamond and the Damned One ring may rule them all But two will bind us together. Commitments hard as diamonds, Bound to an infallible ideal Designed to reflect change and weather sieges, Daily remind us of choices made … Continue reading
Musings on a Coffee Shop Chair
The paintings hanging on the coffee shop wall Look at the line of empty chairs and say, “You are empty.” The chairs look back and reply, “You are two dimensional.” “You are functional.” “You are superfluous.” “You are used.” “You … Continue reading
Musings, the Audio Sessions
Inspired to record some musings. Because musings, after all, are best served out loud. Or more precisely, if they are going to be in my head they should be in yours as well. Shout out to The Mirror Obscura and Dark Ecologies. … Continue reading
Musings on Chimneys
I’m an old house Creeks and cracks and moans Rigid and dry are my bones Stubbornly flexing with the seasons Sway, settle, groan I’m an old house My chimney spews smoke and fumes You can see floating like clouds On … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 