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2025 poetry harvest. #1 > holding space She's invisible, butholds to placesno longer around. It's less a matterof reflectionthan refraction. But of course,there's that faintshadow of magic lingering from youthand a mirage thatmakes her seem clearly unseen -dp- 2-4-25 (8+) I like what I think I'm saying here. I hope readers get it. Or get... Continue Reading →
(two-minute read) If we can not identify this type of bird as simply being one in the bush, then we must cross-reference it to some similar species, or at least find some way to relate it to a genome featuring related sequencing characteristics. Otherwise, we should universally call the bird Bill, short for a new... Continue Reading →
Filed under Quickies (a two-minute read) At first, people thought that paper money had no real value; not only did it have no bulk or substance, but it was also awkward and nearly silent to exchange. Bill developed the Billfold in which to store and carry paper money. This created methods and protocols, classic styles... Continue Reading →
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> I was interviewing for a copywriter position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview done. He had even shaken my hand,... Continue Reading →
-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn't. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the... Continue Reading →
what happens at the lab may not stay there. I was in the lab, drifting on and off near sleep, and reflecting on the holograms we were developing. How they might serve mankind well as disposable proxies for humans in vocations such as search and rescue, police work, firefighting, and other risky occupations. How they... Continue Reading →
Please note: some things mentioned may be sad. "Things were going along just fine." I would guess almost anyone might say the same, or at least something very similar. We all tend to navigate, make decisions, and cast judgments using our own terms of common sense. At least, we try to do so most of... Continue Reading →
Had we more space than now, maybe a small room, or a tiny apartment where we might share our love. Just the two of us. Somewhere near water. Maybe a well from which we could draw to drink, and sometimes bathe, perhaps wash our feet, even clean our clothes. Always to be used with care,... Continue Reading →
Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear from the things I've written. More things... Continue Reading →
I was holding back at our farm in Jaipur because of the monsoons, which was okay. It gave me time for, among other things, closing the books on the summer wheat crop. I had also just finished preparations to export three full shipping containers of garments, borrowed jewelry, and concealed gold jewelry back to the... Continue Reading →
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