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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading

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11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH

November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose … Continue reading

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BREATH

Fine and insubstantial, separating the Living from the Dead. The hairs on your head are numbered; so too the breaths. Preserved or polluted or neglected, it drags us to our unintended goal; the destiny of all we have protected. Disintegration … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading

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GOOD AND EVIL

Evil is the Great Magician which blinds the inner vision the painting on its face disorientates the eye, the quickness of its hand through space deceives the sly. The conjuror peddles his illusions, the world his backdrop and his stage, … Continue reading

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