Is the day sentient? Can it be? This week’s poem is a prose poem, and one which is definitely more to the lyrical poem side of its heritage than the narrative prose side of the family. The idea it comes…
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If I were a sparrow, people might mystify me But then, people mystify me sometimes anyway. Being human doesn’t necessarily help me out with understanding other humans. A sparrow, in fact, might have as a good a chance as I…
The Echo of the Real Thing While not being truly abstract, Alexandra Exter’s Landscape with Houses and Trees, is a type of art I’m always drawn to: non-realistic verging on non-objective. The curves of green trees lean out from…
Time and Mortality Time and mortality: it’s not that we don’t realize we’re all mortal, it’s that the reminder comes as a surprise. A glance in the mirror that reminds us, only vaguely, of a relative or long gone friend.…
More Parts: Add Up Wholes are made from parts. Parts and more parts, which add up to something even more. Obvious, right? Sometimes we can’t see the individual bits. The atoms that made up an oak table. The bones in…