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"this is the world as best as I can remember it"

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Lost in the Hoffa Maze

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The stormtrooper patrol was winding its way through the frozen Hoffa Maze when the storm hit.   Goji heard the speaker in his helmet...
Thursday, April 23, 2020

Memory of Leaves

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How is it that Winter can steal one’s memory of leaves? It is a long period of time no doubt: cold, desolate, and lonely. But not...
Thursday, April 16, 2020

A Divine Wink

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It’s a subtle thing, like a Divine wink,  when white flowers on the tree outside  my window are suddenly speckled with a pale g...
Tuesday, April 14, 2020

The Step Between

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It was there. I could feel it. The step between .   I had sensed its presence before  in moments of great fear or anxiety,  ...

Spring of the Quarantine

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We have been buried, immobilized,  lying dormant in our homes waiting to sprout, to sprig,  reaching upward to find the...
Friday, April 10, 2020

Planets are Sleeping

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Planets are sleeping  in my basement. (silent spheres  sorrowfully suspended) Their grandeur reduced to a humble quietude. ...
Wednesday, March 18, 2020

IT IS TIME TO CONSUME

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*BEEP* IT IS TIME TO CONSUME. YOU MAY CHOOSE WHAT YOU CONSUME. HERE IS THE LIST OF YOUR [OPTIONS]. THERE I...
Wednesday, March 11, 2020

the end.

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When  the stairs don’t connect the wires get crossed and the pipes burst know  the facade will crumble bones will see...
Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Train to Pechory

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It was an overnight trip by train from Moscow to the town of Pechory near the Estonian Border.  The year was 1998 and I was traveling...
Monday, January 27, 2020

Control Valve

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These are the controls (levers and wheels) strategically placed to manage thoughts and the behaviors that flow through them...
Thursday, January 23, 2020

The Faith Mission Mirage

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It is a testament to my time here that I’ve witnessed the slow changing of this fair (yet cloudy) city from the windows of Grant Medi...
Sunday, January 19, 2020

Singing the Silmarillion

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It was a kind of epiphany during the Divine Liturgy today.  We were singing about St. Macarius the Great of Egypt (300-391 AD) this mo...
Saturday, January 18, 2020

The Silmarillion

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The Silmarillion.  To say it is to sing it.   I found a culled copy at our local library this week while looking for a book for...
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A. Monk
“Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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