A Blessing

All that I am, I have to give, Even my torrid heart. If all that I am is this old heart, Then my life is surely had. Beaten once by fortitude, My weakness my desire, I cannot strive to be so strong, If along the way I tire. Judge me not; this broken heart, That […]

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Yāska – Of Wise Men

“You have my full attention. The river of knowledge runs Wide and deep. Words mingle In amongst the fishes; scaling Depths that know no shiver Of doubt or remorse. Winged Syllables fill the air with resonant Compulsion; to breathe forth Lamenting changes in the blossoms Of the trees. Cranes digest nouns, And phrases are borne […]

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Home Beacon – MPoWriMo

Sometimes a light shines out from nowhere, It seems, striking you right between the eyes. Like a target struck by the arrow of another’s heart, Replete with abundant love, and an awareness That you were always watched, and always safe. You just didn’t know it, because you could not see. Then the hand that was […]

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The Gait of Defiance

One of my most favourite musicians and pieces of music… The Gait of Defiance This taste, this fire this moment of ire as I stamp out the weeds of the day, in praise of something bigger than I can suggest, digest and reclaim as mine. Navigation through the tide of faces, that greet me in […]

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Contemplating Poetry

I’m contemplating putting together a book of poetry, a compilation of the poetry that I have written on my various blogs this past year. It’ll be my second compilation, although the first book I put together never got as far as being published. I’m distracted enough right now to make this happen. You never know, […]

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Scratch n’sniff Icebergs

I’m re-posting this piece in light of an ensuing discussion about language that my previous post has sparked. I want to highlight that any notion of truth validated by linguistic exchange is vague at best and relies on mutual trust within a given social group, be they a body of scientists, or you and me […]

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How I Became a Not-Theist

When I was about fourteen, maybe fifteen I had probably the most important revelation of my entire life. I realised one sunny afternoon as I sat in my bedroom, probably writing in my treasured hand-made journal, that if I could conceive of an idea within the bounds of my imagination, then its actuality must also […]

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