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Authenticity Do, a Poem

Awake? Baked cake a mistake? Partake too late? Delay at your peril. Life will never be sterile. There is no perfect time to act. And if your life is an act, don’t you miss authenticity? If you just front, who are you, I mean, through and through? Sort of searching for an answer while drowning it out with social life? Is that your unguent for personal strife? Hey, it’s your life.

You don’t need to wait around for appropriate nomenclature. You are not a science project, just a person, a tiny grain of sand in an endless universe. No amount of verse will change that. Yet though you might be small, your soul is infinitely tall. And you can scale it to great heights if you are willing to resolve your internal fights.

We can fly high if we get real. Really high if we have the steel. We can soar. We can travel. We can judge ourselves gently with our own internal gavel. Then, we can get on with it. What we need to do. What we need to see through. Our raison d’être is no mistake. We are not toast, French or otherwise, as long as we are willing to correct our errors with passion. This should be our latest fashion. Get ready to walk in Milan with élan.

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Friends on a Bench, a Tale

[*Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between a weasel, lark, squirrel or other animal in this tale and a weasel, lark, squirrel, other animal


Scrambled Brain/Keep the Faith, a Poem

Scrambled brain, it hurts. No more prose; that’s for pros. Instead, here, words unwed, strewn together in a swirl of clattering sound. Often not particularly profound. Some kind


Language and Ice

Wisconsin winters are beautiful. The many combinations of precipitation, winds and temperatures make for a changing landscape that is fascinating to observe and dangerous to drive in. Just


Keep an Idea Diary

I believe that we all have good ideas. Unfortunately, many of us do not take our ideas seriously. Our ideas come to us as fleeting thoughts. Sometimes, we


Our Hope, Our Dawn; a Poem

Let’s dance in the light. Be bright. Take flight from sadness and pain. Refrain from the soul drain of inactive sorrow. Abstain from the desire to complain. Rather,


Share a Kind Word

Work, school, responsibilities at home – we all tend to be quite busy. If being busy means we are being productive, that is a good thing. However, when


How to Educate an American Child in Jakarta

I am, in truth, familiar with two cases of parents who educated their American children in Jakarta. (Readers must draw their own conclusions regarding the “how.”) One


Language Interpreters: Born or Made?

The fact that language interpreting is a specialized skill is still a commonly misunderstood concept. It’s surrounded by a halo of “anyone can do it”. You’ll also often


Winter and Will, a Poem

Writers comparing winter to death. How trite. Please, do summon some observational might. Winter is pre-birth, in all its cold mirth. Of course, there are those caught up

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