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Gateway

It occurred to me on a beach in Fiji that perhaps I think too much. Through the crystal waters I could see everything magnified. Color. Shape. Everything was clear. A chance you don’t get very often in Worcester. But why is it this way? Why does water do this? Why the colors? Why the eye? [...]

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The obstacle I don’t see. Don’t hear. It don’t do anything. The obstacle I justifies endlessly. The obstacle I answers joyfully, proudly. It don’t care It don’t feel. Not the obstacle I. It exists to pad changing forces of sweeping earthquakes called decision. The obstacle I makes sure you don’t drown in the boat you [...]

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To Tell You The Truth

The mis- take I make is to summarize anything. Everything. Summary is dishonesty. Honesty uses lies to plant more words in the head than in the ear.

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The Queen’s Last Edict

The Queen sits on a stack of books. Gray eyes scan, Years of green looks having stolen their blue away. Through thick glass those aged seers follow long royal fingers as they pass unclear words. Her digits fear the end of turning. Her people are outside. Terror in its infinite softness forces them to choose. They cry like [...]

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I I have never felt a baby kick I know only my mother tongue I have never lost a loved one to tuberculosis nor a nation to exile nor my life to myself. I have lost faith to philosophy only to arrive at a new faith. My generation has never been tyrannized or oppressed – [...]

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The unfortunate truth for those who hide themselves behind ration relativism is that what they are really looking for is justification, for ethical orders, for a completely irrefutable fact amidst a sea of turmoil – they are looking for truth. Oh sure, like the sophist they can speak around this issue but they cannot hide [...]

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Previous Entry Found At: http://veritasexlogos.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/stories-told-to-be-forgotten-vii-the-intruder/ The darkness was pierced suddenly by the sliding open of the channel between Clay and the father. Inside the cramped iron maiden the thick dust could be tasted but not seen. Clay let out a choked whispered prayer for forgiveness later rattling on uninterrupted about the plethora of sins both [...]

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Nature knew I would later write about her in the context of some Mercurial poem – One that before collecting some dust just barely missed the trash barrel that had collected the more ill-formed siblings. It’s a rather Spartan practice I suppose to dash such children against the rocks. It wasn’t their fault their feet were [...]

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“I do not forget the ill affects of such mistakes I merely let my brain filter out Aztec pitfalls and much of the year spent with malaria. You see a life is not spent in history it forsakes plain facts in favor of context and narrative. The mind makes pilfering into excavation using the same justification as [...]

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