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Reflection’s eloquence

The eloquence of sorrow – saturates like rain – those tears that stain – implements that maim. The admirable fortitude indefatigably so – when we are low we know that sorrow cannot be tamed.

There are those who prefer their truth to be diluted. While… On the other side of the spectrum lies those who want their truth in its unadulterated state, straight no chaser – as being drunk on wisdom is an intoxicant like no other.

Searching for the “Why”.

I took a long walk in hopes of clearing the cobwebs and escaping the fog of uncertainty that has enveloped me as of late. When I walk, I walk earnestly, searching for God’s face. I’ve felt adrift as of late and found myself wondering… I sat here and wondered – Why? “Why am I here”Continue reading “Searching for the “Why”.”

Dearest Chicago – Talking out loud

Dearest Chicago, I’ve written about the affinity that I have for you on a number of occasions, most recently in a well-received tome that I penned during a flight home last year. Unfortunately, it seems that I can always count on you for being in the news for all of the wrong reasons. The latestContinue reading “Dearest Chicago – Talking out loud”

No, history isn’t a pretty face.

History is a bad word, because history is ugly. Preferring to sanitize or ignore it, is tantamount to self-hatred. But. Sadly we express dismay when we repeat our misteps. If only history were beautiful and serene… Strangely enough, if we were to procure the lessons to be had from history, that in itself would beContinue reading “No, history isn’t a pretty face.”

Echoes of silence

Arid plains reek of desolation as winds of life waft an acrid stench of heartbroken failure tinged with insignificance, encumbered by cognizance of opportunities lost – those words, actions cut like swords that imprison like a Bastille. Someone said – I’m having a horrible life… No retort for staying the course – as the silenceContinue reading “Echoes of silence”

My Poe Pilgrimage

I found myself burdened today. Bewildered with a heavy realization. That. To gain stature, one must eat, knowing that procuring nourishment is not an optional endeavor. There is always an open seat at the table of humility, but the shadows of haughtiness and ego are prone to obscuring our line of sight. Today was aContinue reading “My Poe Pilgrimage”