Category: daily life
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Grey Day Meditation on the Collatz Conjecture
you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s okay because omnipotence must hurt in ways that you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s… 12-19-21
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Irreverent poem written from a prompt
12/14 – See and Hear ‘Teaching the Deaf to See’ On a blind date, Underdog must sniff ass ‘Cause Sweet Polly Purebred looks like Joan Rivers Olive Oyle’s voice is sandpaper on glass Popeye and Bluto fight over bones Tits and sass, Annette Funicello or Haley Mills Walt Disney fantasizes about Tinker Belle Epstein and…
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AARP
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The retired Pied Piper tried to forget What he did to village children Sat on a park bench and thought There was much to learn from a pond: The way it does not flee away to the sea The way reflected clouds and trees don’t pollute water The way a stone will skip before it…
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Descent to night
after last night’s rain you pick pine needles and leaves from the chair in your yard lay books, paper and pen on table long autumn shadows shorten quicker your cup of tea appears to remain full longer Fall’s debris fills the other chair no one is expected soon and you see no reason to prepare…
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The craftsman
He doesn’t miss a beat plays exactly as expected At the break You want to rearrange his kit force him to paint outside the lines 10-26-21
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The therapist
Perched on a park bench a squirrel prepares a nut for eating, chews away a bit of its protective cover, rolls it over and chews some more. Eventually, he cracks it open, eats the meaty center, drops the husk, looks up from his perch and begins watching me, watch him, watching me, watch him, watching…
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poem from the beach
How can anyone watch the far horizon curve right and left the edge of salt sea and blue sky where fishermen sail day after day and believe the world is flat? 10-23-21
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now
Day after day You wait to live Your best life Hoping to win the lottery And some other fool Wins your dreams But still you wait …and still You lose 10-23-21
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High, narrow ledge
high, narrow ledge fire behind net below ready to jump – no wait – needing to jump he wonders if the last jumper was smaller than him holds his breath shuts his eyes steps into space 10-12-21
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