“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.” ― Homer, The Odyssey I am going to share a secret about me, that is known only to those close to me. Even those who know this side of me, have probably forgotten, because it is something I rarely discuss. My …
Category: Fragmented Existence
Pacing and Retracing My Words and My Steps (poem w/audio)
Pacing and Retracing My Words and My Steps When not sitting still long enough to write I find myself pacing and retracing my steps. A purposeful stride while I walk and recite – hearing the words, my words, as I read aloud. Listening to the sounds that slice the silence with their rhythm, pace, and …
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I Hear the Quiet Outside
I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.
Making a Difference During this Fragmented Existence
Like everyone, I am over this virus business and want so much to move along, but I fear, in the U.S., we may be at the start of what is not a sprint, but a marathon. Because writing helps me process life and keep a level head, I once again find myself sharing words that …
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Two Transpiring Paradigms
Tried hard, I did, to push these thoughts aside. I started writing a humorous story about a runaway van, that was sure to get at least one laugh, but the grocery lines are long and the lines that follow this paragraph kept interrupting my funny story with their demands. A war of ideas waged. Funny …
