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My essay in Adelaide Literary Magazine

What are the roots of the word "culture",  why has it been so mistreated in our time, what's the link with Time and love, and what does the definition really represent, today? Read various (provocative) thoughts, in my essay "The Pains and Prize of Remembering Time", now available in the November issue of  Adelaide Literary Magazine.… Continue reading My essay in Adelaide Literary Magazine

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Poetry as thought

It has become very popular these days to "let go of thought".  But I love silence and I love to think.These two had never asked me to choose between them. Poetry is simply my journal of thought. Here is today's entry.  Thou Art A broken flower of the world shoved in a glass jar on… Continue reading Poetry as thought

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Black Holes

A long traveler with poor sight, I stroll across a street lined with sharp eyes. Twinklers with no birth dates, their gaze pins me down from heights of great pillars unsplashed by the common sea. Some strange and proud, still others so sweet, eyes lovely; these would gladly make me forget the lies, emptiness, worm-holes… Continue reading Black Holes

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The Age of Emotional Innocence

How  does a young human being go about learning of its inner self? In this era of the new "great depression," seeking answers too often resembles standing in front of a shattered mirror with a pile of fractured and broken pieces and no reflection. Whilst outside booms the 21 century. Seeing no reflection, one just… Continue reading The Age of Emotional Innocence

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Exclusivity Excludes Peace?

78 years ago, on the verge of a world catastrophe, a famous poet sat down and wrote: "We must love one another or die" ...and not being able to come to terms with these 7 words, erased 100 lines from his collected works.  To the modern ear this sounds on the brink of too much… Continue reading Exclusivity Excludes Peace?

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Cupping Time

Years ago, growing up and doing a lot of reading, I would often get bored with long monologues .Today I'm ashamed of the fact that not having the heart to skip them, I used to skim over them, which I found to be a more conscience-friendly way of helping them out that other ear. Things… Continue reading Cupping Time

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In memoriam J.B.

Nothing ever dies And no one is more alive, Than your severe and ironic rhymes. In blind man's darkness I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights; I don't see the righteous Neither do I look behind. What can I do but advance, Given no light, though gifted a guide. A guide who took me… Continue reading In memoriam J.B.

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Reconciliation

  This evening I feel myself one of the millions trying to reconcile their dreams with a blank page. The real surprise grown- ups face every year, this is it: a book crammed with multiple genres that opens one page a day. The main catch is that no one promised the surprise to be a… Continue reading Reconciliation