What should we say when we talk to ourselves?

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Inspiration from the academics.

I’ll read just about everyone. If you’re funny, smart, or both, you can even hoodwink me into reading “how to make a billion dollars on Medium” pieces. Connect words in some manner that makes me believe you are in love with the zesty flavors in your lexicon, and I’m your clapping monkey.

I was inspired by a piece from Paula Bramante, Ph.D. titled. “Where the Voice in Your Head Came From and How To Make It An Ally.” …


The deliciously consuming possession behind creativity

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Again, I am possessed by a phrase.

William Wadsworth composed a poem in 1804 called “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.” Stanza, by stanza, threatens to nurture a seed of something that needs to be said yet leaves me frustrated and famished for something beautiful but unspoken. His words leave me wholly desperate for what he would not or could not describe. Wadsworth voyaged into battle with a King’s formidable armada of lyric and squandered its lives upon the shores of insipid sentimental reflections about his youth and tenebrous inferences to the divine.

For this, I am grateful…


The Holy Grail of our personal places.

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The canary in the coal mine.

A mining tradition was born over one hundred years ago that used live birds in the coal extraction process as sentinels for toxic carbon dioxide levels and other harmful gases, which might overcome those working underground. Birds are susceptible to changes to oxygen levels, and their demise would warn the humans of the need to flee.

It was a brilliant method for the technology at the time, although I’m certain the birds that provided maximum value would surely disagree. …


Memento Mori (Remember You Will Die)

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It is a good day to die. Or to remember, you might.

The Latin words “Memento Mori” symbolize that our ride on this spinning top does come to a halt. Sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, but we are all going to die. Less it is for morbid reflection and more as a reminder of the scarce commodity of time that we all have whittled away in pointless worry and squandered in hesitation to pursue those things that make us happy.

Hug them just a little bit longer, so they notice.

Whether you are thirteen or ninety-three, remember today that lightning strikes people other than stupid golfers. Nobody is getting out of this life alive.

How liberating it is to think about how…


Love has little to do with how you feel about the other person.

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What love is not.

Lust is not love. I’ve met many people, beautiful and monstrous inside and out, who have made me feel lust. Lust is biochemical. A potent compulsion born from pheromones, primal urges, fetish, and fantasy that awakens sexual awareness. We have all smelled lust—that certain someone who so precisely tickles our ivories, sometimes without uttering a word. Nations have crumbled, and rulers have toppled over lust. Love and lust are fortunately not mutually exclusive. However, they are not the same.

Infatuation is not love. I’ve been fascinated, intrigued, and even obsessed with numerous people over the course of my life. Infatuation…


The creative process for my first poem

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Peculiar phrases haunt me

Some words mate together on a page that excites me. It’s almost a literal eroticism how a noun or a verb is tickled by a certain adjective or article and flavor each other by their proximity. The phrase, “All my ladders are in love with lying down,” has haunted me for years. This phrase could find no home in fitting prose, and I have consciously resisted poetry because the essence of the device is laden with deliberate obscurity. This single line was my muse, and I refuse to dishonor it with ambiguity.

For…


Looking At What Is Wrong in the World Is Easier Than Looking at What Is Wrong in My Life

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I see the bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
I hear hurricanes a-blowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin
Well don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise, all right
Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in…


The Outrage at the Hypocrisy of Bill Cosby

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A Star is Scorned

On June 30th, 2021, at age 83, Bill Cosby was released from a prison sentence imposed in 2018 for drugging and sexually assaulting Andrea Constand at his home in 2004.

The Pennsylvania State Supreme Court overturned his conviction based on a promise made by a former Montgomery County District Attorney before a civil proceeding. Cosby would not be prosecuted criminally after any incriminating testimony provided in that case.

In other words, the district attorney determined that the case for criminal prosecution was not strong enough to proceed and gave Cosby’s attorneys assurance that the matter would not go forward. …


5 Lessons I’ve Learned Through Giving Context-Insensitive Advice and Having Poor Listening Skills

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Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth — Mary Schmich

Did I Say the Wrong Thing?

Everyone has felt the jolt of touching the third rail after reflexively giving a friend some golden nugget or tired cliche in response to hearing their tale of misfortune. You immediately feel a chill in the air. You become either the unwelcome messenger of your version of the truth or, by transference, the unfortunate proxy for the matter bothering them.

At some time…


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This is the true joy in life - being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.     George Bernard Shaw

Creativity, new beginnings, and harvesting the potential from regret.

Having just now felt the landing gear come out for fifty, I submit to the ineluctable conclusion that my life’s course to this point has been consumed with the countless distractions of my chosen vocation. …

Charlie Koop

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