Category: My Work
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In The Beginning *
In The Beginning * I hadn’t been writing much lately and was confronted with the desperate, frightening reality that maybe the well had run dry. I was in an existential crisis. I revisited some of the things I was putting out 6 months, or maybe a year ago. I went through a really productive cycle…
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Generations *
Generations Judge Not My parents were among those labelled the “Greatest Generation”. They were born into a world of mind-boggling change. What had long been a static landscape was undergoing a whirlwind of innovation; motor cars, flying machines, the electrification of cities, communications and medicine. They were young but old enough to be aware of…
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They Dance
THEY DANCE They Dance, they Dance, Each turn and leap, a testament to The dedication they invest and pain that they endure. Celtic heritage or simple love for the beauty and grace That springs from the heart and soul of youth And tribute to the past. They Endure, they Endure, Hours of repetition, days, months,…
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What Shall It Profit?
What Shall It Profit? A disturbing question That deserves serious consideration. I ask myself: Is this present condition truly intolerable? What if? What if? If only? Where’s the profit? What’s the gain? Will I lose what I have if I gain what I want? A precarious balance perched on a knife’s edge. Two verities. One coin. Two sides. …
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Whittling
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…
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Black History
Celebrating Black History David Black married Isabel Paterson and had a son, John Black on May 29, 1757 in Wemyss, Fife, Scotland. John Black married Ann Balmain and had a son, James Black on Sep 02, 1786 in Wemyss, Fife, Scotland. James Black married Janet Chambers and had a son, David Black on Feb 18,…
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Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, How does your garden grow? I’ve tried to analyze what it is that I do when I begin a piece. Of course, they all start with some amorphous stirring between my ears. But what happens in there? How does any particular piece develop and grow? The workings of my mind are like a…
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Sights and Sounds
Sights and Sounds The taste of sight, the sound of touch All akin in purpose and nature And so define each other To feed the soul with sustenance. As saint is to sinner Incongruent when side-by-side Yet similar in purpose. To love and to hate, So alike in their intensity But born of the same…
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My Christmas Wish *
My Christmas Wish this year is: That your soul rests gently in your breast That your family draws near And if they cannot That they remain near in your thoughts That your ills are cured And if not, then they be eased That you be well-warmed, well-fed And well-loved That generosity and kindness Become your…
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Things *
Things I admit I have many things, more things than I need and certainly more than I deserve. But they tend to be small, inconsequential things. They occupy little space and require little to no maintenance. I have an emotional attachment to them, but to lose them would cause me just a brief sigh. But…
Palimpsest 