Everyday I write
a novel backwards.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: truth
Everyday I write
a novel backwards.
© Chagall ∞
Addiction: wanting it whether one has it or not.
Compulsion: aching for it when one has it; caring
less when one does not.
© Chagall ∞
I distinguish clearly
my addictions from my compulsions.
© Chagall ∞
Looking for bandaids
today I found her
old shampoo. I added
water beads and shook
the bottle, then I showered
and lathered. I am no longer
in the now but am back
to an earlier day when
she was still here. Aroma
is a time machine.
© Chagall ∞
In the space there between slipped fingertips
whorls of sound explode into bursts of light
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Miracles are merely potential
miracles until they occur.
We’ve ennui lately with need
to live more divinely,
find light where there’s none
beyond all suns.
Blessed are we
all. We
are.
© Chagall ∞
Certainty on any topic is
a prototype for a pathway to truth.
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The Paleolithics had neither plaid nor paisley
and as far as I know they didn’t plant parsley or
parsnips either – perhaps persimmons? Their art
amazingly exceeds their tools, stone goddesses more
majestic than the pebble axes that beget them
lovingly, beautifully incised designs to lift spirits,
to raise hopes, and to imbue faith in the goodness of creation.
We, the ancient people.
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I am precisely like a beacon she breathed
yet the time still faded quickly away, syrup
stopped in its pour, a cascade surreal atop
lithe and limber aplomb. Inside I am a rush
of water banking smoothly along high sides
of perilous plummeting flume, before I dive
so help me God … to ascend and emerge again,
the scent of lavender adrift on warm woven mist,
I am blinded by light calling me from the shore.
© Chagall ∞
Hope is in sight, inverted
there on the optic nerve.
© Chagall ∞
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