Category: My Prose

• Magic Is Subtle *

  Magic Is Subtle This life is an elaborate hoax. In the end there is no saving grace. Robbed of one final act of defiance Save the manner and the hour Of my departure. It’s a projection, a holographic illusion Displayed on an earth-size screen. The illusion is not so obvious, Like a palmed coin Appearing…

  December 2, 2022

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• Aunty Mary’s Christmas *

  Aunty Mary’s Christmas As imperfect as it may be This is the way I remember it. Rising excitement bubbled through the house, From figurines on the mantle, To garlands draping the fireplace, To red and green candles on the table. All the finishing touches laid with care,, To the scented, stately tree Standing in the…

  November 27, 2022

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• Farewell *

  This does not signify anything nor foretell any imminent event. But when the time comes, I wanted to be able to conduct some aspects of the inevitable proceedings. Therefore, I submit this for the lucky one who is asked to say a few words. My Farewell (Eulogy) To my family and friends, Do not be…

  November 24, 2022

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• Reading To Children *

  Reading To Children Suspend all disbelief Cast off your cap of cynicism and cloak of doubt Clear the mist before your eyes Listen to laughter on the air Learn these lessons anew Such sights never existed before this moment Never to come this way again They slip like sand from cupped hands Up-turned faces with…

  November 24, 2022

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• When Trees Were Real *

  When Trees Were Real Once upon a time When Yuletide trees were real Dragged scented and dripping Through doorways too narrow And placed in rooms too low-ceilinged To accommodate both tallest branches And a star. Boxes of birdnest lights And broken ornaments Too much loved to cast away Spilled from closets, attics and garages. Tinsel,…

  November 23, 2022

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• Nouns Before Verbs #2 *

  Nouns Before Verbs #2 What happens when I write? First and foremost, I’m doing what I like to do. I’m satisfied. I’m content. I’m at peace. Whether I’m good at it or not is for others to judge. But regardless of that judgement, I’ll continue to tap away at my keyboard and continue to produce…

  November 21, 2022

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• Guilt *

  Guilt I feel a sense of responsibility for every disaster. What did I do to cause it? What did I not do to cause it? What could I have done to prevent it? What did I not do to prevent it? Every calamity comes with a burden of guilt. That’s just the way things are,…

  November 21, 2022

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• Remembrance *

  Remembrance Day is fast approaching, another November 11th will soon slip by and into the dimming past. The days when I would don my kilt and take up my pipes to mark the day at some solemn ceremony are also fading, kept alive only in the memory of those much younger than myself. The youngsters…

  November 9, 2022

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• Apologia (again)

  Apologia (again) Here I am, once again on my knees. I need to apologize for many things, the many sins I’ve committed, the wrongs I have done, the hurts I’ve inflicted, things I have done and things that I have not done and things I have left undone. Confession is one thing. Atonement is quite…

  September 17, 2022

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• The Farm

  The Farm – A Brief Story I’m a city boy, born and bred, not a downtown, highrise, tough and dirty type, but one acquainted with the slightly rougher edges; the traffic, the roar of trains, the corner store, civilized but not so civilized that there wasn’t room to run and and shout, to make the…

  September 11, 2022

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