A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man |
He watched the three glasses being raised from the counter as his father and his two cronies drank to the memory of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind s...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
Loose Leaves |
The story is in the soil, Loose leaves cover the ground, There are volumes in the forest no one reads out loud, If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf...we used to climb but no one tries...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 13:09:00 GMT |
Patient Hope |
The heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room.It spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold,and I lay in my twisted sheets and stare out at the snow,still thinking of the next few mo...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 22:27:00 GMT |
My Fall |
Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth wh...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 12:54:00 GMT |
Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting Ones Reason and of Seeking Truth in the Sciences |
Good sense is, of all things among men, the most equally distributed; forevery one thinks himself so abundantly provided with it, that those evenwho are the most difficult to satisfy in everything els...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 22:38:00 GMT |
I have to go... |
I listened in.Yes, I'm guilty of this.You should know this.I broke down,and wrote you backbefore you had achance to forget.Forgotten.I am moving past this.Giving notice.I have to go.Yes, I know the fe...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 22:43:00 GMT |
Veg |
Like many of my contemporaries, I had rarely for many years used animal food, or tea, or coffee, etc.; not so much because of any ill effects which I had traced to them, as because they were not agree...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 20:01:00 GMT |
Love |
O, how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise thereof spends all his might,To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!But since your worth, wide...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 19:47:00 GMT |
O Therese, what weight are these arguments to carry with an inquiring and philosophic mind? |
Is the sage able to see anything in this appalling heap of fables but the disgusting fruit of a few men's imposture and the diddled credulity of a vast number? had God willed it that we have some reli...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 04:09:00 GMT |
If You Could Read My Mind... |
If you could read my mind, loveWhat a tale my thoughts could tellJust like an old time movieabout a ghost from a wishing wellin a castle dark or a fotress strongwith chains upon my feetYou know that g...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 19:52:00 GMT |
