Category: My Work
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Validation
Validation I may be revisiting old themes here, but it’s worth another kick at the can. A child is born and, when it’s eyes first open, it searches for its mothers face. If it first encounters a smiling face, then all is well. It is an instinctive reaction like suckling or a grasping hand. That is…
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Paul’s Epiphany – Wendigo Country
It is entirely possible that the DORK, who often masquerades as Paul Dobson, has limited or no recollection of the stunning epiphany he experienced late on Sunday night. In fact, there appeared to be many epiphanies occurring in a rapid staccato of revelations. He was open-mouthed, wide-eyed, head-shaken, agape, agog, astounded by the sights that assailed him. The…
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Paul’s Epiphany – Wendigo Country
Wendigo – Magic It is entirely possible that the DORK, who often masquerades as Paul Dobson, has limited or no recollection of the stunning epiphany he experienced late on Sunday night. In fact, there appeared to be many epiphanies occurring in a rapid staccato of revelations. He was open-mouthed, wide-eyed, head-shaken, agape, agog, astounded by…
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A Simple Haiku (Hokku 5-7-5)
A Simple Haiku The Sun born to rise Gives a promise of bright glow Cast across the sky .
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Brief Moments
Brief Moments <- Click here for the audio version of ‘Brief Moments’. In that brief solitary hour From when sun first raises its reluctant head above the near horizon And hoists above the treetops, There are a few brief moments of magic. Birds have ceased their pre-dawn chatter And not yet begun their raucous cries…
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Brief Moments
Brief Moments <- Click here for the audio version of ‘Brief Moments’. In that brief solitary hour From when the sun first raises its reluctant head above the near horizon And hoists above the treetops, There are a few brief moments of magic. Birds have ceased their pre-dawn chatter And not yet begun their raucous…
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Edge
Edge Faint Ghost of half-remembered dream Of time and tide, not what they seem, Leading down to water’s edge. Promises of dawn dissolving night Faint blush on eastern brow in sight Leading near horizon’s edge Gentle brush of silken hair Soft whispers on the misty air Leading souls to passion’s edge. Mere sylphs of floating…
Palimpsest 