It Flashes White
It flashes white. A symposium of life lived. You barely see it pass. Here. Then not. A collection you think. Something done, something accomplished. Existentialist …
It flashes white. A symposium of life lived. You barely see it pass. Here. Then not. A collection you think. Something done, something accomplished. Existentialist …
Are you a valid person at all? Are you over six feet tall? Are you working an important job? God forbid you’re one of …
So here’s my riff on updating Gil Scott-Heron’s classic The Revolution Will not be Televised, which I discovered after a quick search that it’s not …
The tale of the pesky little turd
Transmogrify. From rage, to depression, to surrender, to heal, to grow, to reason, to empathy, to dulcet whisper, to song, to dance…to be. To exist.
Charles Bukowski’s poem Roll the Dice tells of the freedom that comes from putting yourself on the line, and holding a line. Go all the …
by Richard Martin Oxman “But I just had no intention of living this way” — from the Counting Crows’ Raining in Baltimore The actions being taken …

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