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Blind by L J Frank

It’s not easy waiting… patience may wear thin when you know the end of the Play is just that and nothing else, staying productive is a personal habit for the breath of the soul and the health of the mind. its easier to smile when not knowing a given moment fear and jealousy have few […]

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Context is the ambience the vocabulary of a framework a structure for understanding with tolerance waiting in the wings speculated and studied privacy is public and public is private events become armored when a dialogue arrives as a soliloquy and dogma closes the sanctuary door.   A passageway reveals once it’s opened but verisimilitude bewilders […]

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  Allegations collide nonlinear words drone against a plaster ceiling amiss is an adjective amid the theory & content of chaos, everyone is suspect while no one is Inspector Clouseau queries, is anyone hiding there in the dark?   Surveillance, the ubiquitous voyeur cameras blink in flashes the overhead prism of dangling colors, choice appears […]

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He’s distinguished and well-connected so it’s alleged he knew the greater the lie, the greater the reward there was a joy to his world cloaked in fake news denying you said, what you said moments before words are meaningless in the Neo Wave of Truth, some things are beside the point as a bright young man fell […]

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It’s a relatively simple attribute of control to chastise a pawn and knight errant lower on the totem pole the colorful paper work of career moves for those further up the ladder realize the delicacy as a whole between the love of the sacred and the profane.   The rich soil of background checks fingerprinting, even in […]

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The old man read every day since childhood his appetite voracious for knowledge the hunger never left him after years of voyages and treks studies and experiences around the Earth verses in the geography of the soul knowledge was core to his existence nothing else was equal to it, yet all was temporal including what […]

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The Muse – unearthed in the tomes of ancient literature seemingly without preference with whom she might offer her wisdom. She may appear devoted to her craft while her presence may offer little as to her inner thoughts. She is found among the pantheon of Greek Goddesses while some have roots in the woven genealogies of […]

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I’m not sure when the change within began perhaps it was during my youth the first book that ever impressed was it Ecclesiastes or Song of Solomon? after Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath or the Old Man and the Sea and then my Expectations were not so Great, except for a few unrated foreign films I […]

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It’s known for the Blues playing in the background in worried notes under cobalt skies mixed with white clouds, a prelude to the discordant sounds of the city’s traffic, greeted by blood-shot eyes parched from the humid winds of yesterday’s misplaced hopes and false smiles, iced coffee with whipped cream and coffee beans sprinkled on top […]

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Peripheral vision has its place galleries, museums, fashion shops, ethnic restaurants long and short bodies with legs attached crossing avenues filled with traffic walking on Yonge Street conversations with strangers one thing leads to another finding myself at a weathered table listening to an existential voice sitting on a chair across from me, estrangement the […]

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In the early 1930’s during the autumn of the year, my father stood in a bread line with his father In downtown Detroit off Woodward Avenue between deep breaths and the feeling of humility, his father said, “Humor and love are essential.”   A few decades later, I remember my father coming home, turning on […]

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Dawn breaks; it’s only the sun the East smokes, & only my bedroom’s singing Yet I am doomed to have done The Time my alarm clock’s ringing.   He drags bare feet out of the cave In ragged soft robes is fear when he sought the land of the saved when the flash comes: Empty […]

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Flashes of memories that stretch into the distance on a two lane highway across the plains driving with the windows partially open in the warmth of a spring day, a glance in the rearview mirror looking at places that speed into the past, hands grip the rich leather wrapped steering wheel a bare wrist missing […]

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Human rubble in scattered piles a stretched cord twisted on the ground an empty bloody womb lies formless a small arm alone on the soil like a beggar seeking alms nearby a human baby’s head is turned she stares towards the missing limb, is it but another wag the dog’s “tale” from a collage of heated […]

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Rhythms

Rhythms offers various shapes of experiences, ideas and thoughts primarily in the form of essays, poetry and conversations. The words amusing, romantic, disquieting, haunting, non-linear, obscure and existential are a few of the descriptors for these jottings. Rhythms is in transition.   Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home — Japanese poet, Matsuo […]

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