Doing

The girl with the bow on her head lecturing other toddlers about the importance of squirrels. The woman in technology-designed shoes, shorts and tank-top pumping her arms with intent as she speed walks down the asphalt path. The man in flip-flops barking into a cell phone with business-tone voice since the other can’t see his …

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The anti-script

Roads less traveled . . . You could just as easily forgo the script and think yourself a maverick by deciding not to have children and eschewing the staid routines. But if you think yourself a clever one and decide you’re now a character that gets bonus toys like Teslas, tickets and tennis club privileges …

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Not poems

These are not poems. They are a peeling of a personal onion. It’s not art, it’s an elimination game. Looking under each level to find curiosities, illusions and jokers. Useless cards. A pursuit of taking the onion to nowhere. Of understanding never going anywhere. Trying to find some amusement in the action. Peeling for peeling’s …

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Get used to it

You are the assembler of your experience. Fear alone keeps you from scenes of beauty. Fear of insignificance, like when the dog denied you her attention. But all you are is insignificance – 100’s of thousands of years of insignificance dating back to Neanderthals. All you are is a storm of illusion, a tinny note …

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Away it goes

What are the agreements? We all get up and exercise. We have pets on leashes. We marvel at nature miracles as if they’re rarely under our noses. And I’m watching them. I’m seeing what they do in agreement. Their story is a similar one. They go home to do important things. I go home to …

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