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occurs/can occur with simple organization and planning. This is a simple, but subtle point lost in the lives of myriad people.

I don’t normally go to funerals except to m.c. or eulogize for those who have been family, special or otherwise close. Yesterday was an exception. Ron, as everyone will tell you in that packed funeral home, was the nicest guy … Continue reading →

“And in the end, the love you take/Is equal to the love you make.”–Paul McCartney Icebergs–there is always so much we cannot see or know of one another even of ourselves. I would think those with imagination, love, faith, desire … Continue reading →

I choose this island and its freedom from false face. I select a landfall apart from the swell and tides of others. I claim this lone strand for the Dominion of Self. Unattended by minions, I live without the cant … Continue reading →

Close to ‘It’ on many daze that elusive feeling of sublime contentment. The satisfaction of knowing who I am and what might really matter. Much was precarious and misfire, missed opportunity. Close calls amid the moments of being. And all … Continue reading →

“All the world’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players:/They have their exits and their entrances;/And one man in his time plays many parts.”–William Shakespeare, As You Like It Shakespeare was right, of course, and many of his … Continue reading →

Our lives and any moments or situations you care to name are simply a combination and interaction of three things: process, context, and choice. Life and its many episodes consisting of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months is nothing … Continue reading →

Simply put, someone or something either is or isn’t. He, she, or it exists and has being or doesn’t. You’ll recall that life starts and ends that way in the form of presence or non-presence. In school, students were either … Continue reading →

(prose poem version) It was time now for love’s new song. His salvation lay far beyond her imagined graces. It was time now to give thanks, to burn all mementos. He would sing of her praises beyond their conclusion. It … Continue reading →

(after Glenn Gould’s The Idea of North) dedicated to Dean McKenzie (We have administered these vast territories of North in an almost continuing state of mind…) High latitude vast flatness of poles wind a whitewash breathing lungs stone-cold (I have … Continue reading →