Category Archives: Writing

A Little Change

Traditions form within a week for me,and I adhere to them with loyalty.Somewhat indicative of OCD,I spend my time with regularity.Until I intersect epiphany,and notice I’m too jammed diurnally.It’s then I look at how I’m using time,and turn from solitaire … Continue reading →

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Reading Three Books

A novel novel’s in my hands today,expensive and well-written, but alas,it seems to lack a plot. For English classit may suffice, but me it turns awayto open neuroscience newly bought.Then how I wish the author better taught!Too thick with anecdotes, … Continue reading →

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Messier than Fiction

A story is a popular deviceas old as song, as ancient as cave art.It can be utilized to give advice,or illustrate a precept, or to starta way of thought-in-action, but the talecannot be messy like reality.Too accurate a plot or … Continue reading →

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Concentration

I concentrated on my kin last week.I occupied less space and wrote few lines.I funded meals and didn’t try to speak.I paid attention to some odd designs.I took less space than when I bide at home.I barely read and didn’t … Continue reading →

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Pathetic Poetry

“A poem should be about your feelings,” saidan audience that fails to understand.Experience has other words instead:“A poem is just a making, and can bein almost any tone and subject. Dreadthe trite and ever seek to be sincere,but you can … Continue reading →

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Edits

When writing metered rhyming poetry,a syllable should not be thrown away.A wasted phrase amounts to felony(as lines are few, each word should have its say).If I may risk reverse humility,then here’s how I might edit Ms Millay: I burn the … Continue reading →

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My Fussiness

One of the reasons I seldom read verseis cause I can’t help seeing lazy mistakes.And modern pop lyrics amount to much worse –they’re staler than yesterday morning’s pancakes.

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Magic Feather

My magic feather was the exercise.I thought I had to move to find a themeto write about and wax a little wise,but even in this sedentary stream,I tend to cogitate, complain, and dream.I can’t retard the process if I tried,and … Continue reading →

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The Power Grid Ending

My internet went down the other night.My lightbulbs flickered and they gave a blink.The grid that gives us grist for heat and lightis failing more and limping more and old.The infrastructure’s folding from a heightwe used to brag about and … Continue reading →

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Sick Day

A little ill, I’m taking Monday off.I will not work or exercise today.My cold has now matured into a cough,and I prescribe long rest, computer play,an easy book with nothing wise to say,avoiding interactions I won’t miss,and soup. I plan … Continue reading →

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