Category: My Prose
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R-S-M-A
Reality – Simile – Metaphor – Allegory ( random reflections) I never claimed to be sane. Quite the contrary, I have provided ample proofs That my reality is just an illusion Seen through a kaleidoscope With myopic vision In a dark room On a Tuesday At midnight. It is apt to change With the slightest…
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Banshees
Banshees Have You Ever Seen The Movie “ The Banshees Of Inisheerin”? It’s a quirky story set on a desolate Irish island consisting of one pub, one church, many sheep and a few characters drawn from a Joycean dream. For 90% of the story, it is depressing and almost skeletal in its portrayal of life on…
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T. S. Eliot
On Hearing A Recording by T. S. Eliot I have recently listened to a recording of T. S. Eliot reciting his eponymous piece “The Wasteland”. I love his poetry, perhaps because of his style: short staccato phrases, pieces that neatly fit into a nutshell, interpreted succinctly, that I have tried to mimic. In person the…
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Lambton Park
Prelude This place, this place, this time Oasis in the cosmopolitan swirl of city life, An urban Eden near at hand Yet miles afar to questing boyish dreams. Pillared oaks and lofty maples, Red pine, Scots pine, Jack pines, Shading sparrows, larks and Sunday lovers. Pungent with pine and last year’s rot Crackling beneath my…
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Whittling
Some people sit in a rocking chair and whittle on a piece of wood. I whittle away too, at ideas that get under my skin usually with a maddening itch that demands to be scratched. I call it my writer’s itch. Fortunately, I keep my nails short so I don’t break the skin, on most occasions. I tap away…
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What I Believe
What I Believe (Disclaimer – I do not practice all of my beliefs. I may be able to uncover why that is so in the course of this exercise, but I am a self-avowed hypocrite. Sometimes it’s a tough old world and you’ve got to bend or you’ll break.) By daring to splash those…
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Pretensions
Pretensions Alexander had pretensions, but came to naught.Napoleon had pretensions, but came to naught.Hitler had pretensions, but came to naught. Who else has pretensions? Me? I seem to have this maddening itch to write and I can’t help but scratch. I can’t help myself. I’ve declared my disqualifications in another posting titled “Words”. I carry…
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Not Me
Not Me Don’t pick me,Please don’t pick me.Pick the one aheadOr the one behind,To the left or to the rightOr near the back of the room,Over there in the cornerFront row or last. Don’t pick me.Please, please don’t pick me.I didn’t study,I didn’t prepare.I’m not ready for this.I didn’t even hear the question.I have no…
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Redemption
Redemption “Ah! You do not know the weight and length of strong chain that you bear yourself!” That may be so. But I think I have glimpsed it and, while I still have the time and strength, I would rid myself of it. I am a penitent entering the confessional in fear and hope that…
Palimpsest 