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"For my part, I have accepted that there is no love worth the name that is without responsibility." - Fenton Johnson        Someone said that a writer should know their audience.  There was another who said that you should write about what you know.  These frozen fingers that clumsily dribble thoughts, creating the always imperfect product of perfect ideas, scrawl out the product of that one event that unites humanity: loss.  Loss: the absence that has attempted to define me for 13 years and to which I have responded with ego, rage, dependence, and cynicism.  So, again I find myself ejecting my annual confession into the ether, my yearly a

the incongruity of a lone conifer in the city struck me while i drank my coffee this morning. surrounded by concrete and brick, it holds the potential of an entire forest, a slow-growth apex biosphere just waiting to break through the asphalt. but potential isn't bliss. to love potential is to be eternally disappointed. it is the acceptance of the actualization of potential, those tangible impressions on reality that are never quite what we intended, that really count as bliss. i watched children playing on the sidewalk and i dimly remembered the immediacy of life that i experienced when i was a kid. almost three decades have added layers o

woke up and saw that i had mysteriously been given a DD! :dummy: thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read my work.  there is a plethora of other, more talented writers and artists out there who are in need of the same support who don't yet have this kind of exposure, so let's go out and find them!