Category: My Prose
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Mongrel – First Contact
Mongrel – First Contact As ragged and dirty as the day is long Four legs and a crooked tail And a look bespeaking many beatings. The smell is musty, the fur is matted. No collar, no tags, a mongrel for sure. The head is down and tail between the legs But no teeth laid bare…
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Mongrel – First Contact
FELLA As ragged and dirty as the day is long Four legs and a crooked tail And a look bespeaking many beatings. His smell is musty, the fur is matted. No collar, no tags, a mongrel for sure. The head is down and tail between the legs But no teeth laid bare in fearsome warning.…
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Never Finished
A Piece Is Never Finished As time goes on, opinions and viewpoints change. New meaning, new purpose, new context are always occurring to me. Often what I wrote in the past appears childish, or pompous, or downright stupid and, believing firmly that there is always room for improvement, I revisit my work with a critical…
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Palimpsest
Palimpsest A Palimpsest is usually a painting or a document that has been over-written, covering the original work to either hide the original or for purposes of recycling where the original material was too rare or expensive: for example, vellum. Much of what I write is a thinly veiled autobiography – that’s the hidden part.…
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Thank You
Thank You How can I say “Thank You” to a face I do not know? Some random act of kindness bestowed upon a stranger By a stranger in a strange land deserves a grateful nod. I may not be able to acknowledge that kindly gesture As it unfolds near or far from where I am,…
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Quality & Quantity
Quality & Quantity A while ago I wrote two pieces called “The Gary Baker Principal (1 & 2). In them I tried to examine the dichotomy inherent in the phrase “Quality over Quantity”. I simply put the two sides out there showing no particular preference for one or the other. The issue then was life…
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Manifesto
Manifesto I can ease into my Zen (also know as my Happy Place) like into a pair of old shoes. It is my usual and preferred state of being. I don’t completely disassociate from reality. Physically, yes. Spiritually, not so much. To be honest, I try to focus all the energy that would be expended…
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Love Thy Neighbour
Love thy neighbour As you love yourself. I can love myself as a self-conscious being. But my neighbour exists in their own realm of consciousness Completely separate from mine And never the twain shall meet. Like trying to be here and there simultaneously Impossible. (except in quantum mechanics). At the risk of being labelled selfish,…
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Magnus Opus
Magnus Opus Amazing how a lofty title or phrase Can bestow a certain “Gravitas” to meaningless trivia. Would you rather read a “Curriculum Vitae” or a resume? “Status Quo” is simply the way things are. A writ of “Habeus Corpus” certainly gets attention. While “Sic Semper Tyrannis” rang defiantly bold in Ford’s theatre. “Et Al”.…
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Being Polite To SIRI
Being Polite To Siri When denied the pleasure of common discourse, It’s odd to catch myself being polite to SIRI. When there are few save my inner self to chat with, I often say “Please and Thank-You” to ALEXA. I know what these avatars really are, But it feels right and proper to obey the…
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