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Eurgh

“I’m sad not just because the ocean reclaimed my sandcastle, but because it showed beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was a construct of hope and fantasy. 29 more words

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Remembrance Sunday

When I see the old soldiers marching
on the Sunday I allow for their remembrance,
I see their medals in the morning sun
shine 64 more words

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Which cape?

I long believed that, sooner or later, my position as Superman-among-the-clouds would be formally acknowledged and applauded.

As it turns out there is a deep and abiding (so far) peace, a profound filling up and out, in assuming the mantle of my imperfect, fated, vulnerable humanity. 90 more words

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Facing the Dragon

I am reading Facing the Dragon by Robert L. Moore.  It is about confronting personal and spiritual grandiosity, and it is blowing my mind.  But I’m not going to give you a book report.   708 more words

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C'est la vie

Fuck me but protracted celibacy coupled with a long night of raunch dreams makes for a heady brew over breakfast.

The situation would be highly comical, if only I didn’t take the absence of a sexual other so damn seriously. 385 more words

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Albert's Great War

“A full bag today, Albert.”
“Oh, Aye.”
“There’s a lot of them brown envelopes – War Office ones… ”
“Oh, Aye.”
“Any news from Tommy, lately?” 2,985 more words

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Remembrance Sunday

When I see the old soldiers marching
on the Sunday I allow for their remembrance,
I see their medals in the morning sun
shine 64 more words

Poem