I'm a man who has elevated procrastination to a science and would like to remedy the disease. So I write. I believe that our society has lost all common sense embodied in the warning "Do not look into laser with remaining eye".
I am 52 years old, married 29
+ more bio informationSometimes it's difficult to understand where a person is coming from until you understand more about them. Since we often don't have, or make, the time to forge such connections, we remain in the dark as to why someone reacts in particular ways.It's very easy to coast with the group opinion that substitutes for personal exper... More..
Reading through Scripture is like backpacking across the country every so often. It doesn't matter how many times you do it you always see something different in the same sites. At least, we should. If I don't I know something is wrong with me.An old saying says that familiarity breeds contempt. I understand that and know it'... More..
It's a fallen world. Consequently, we can expect setbacks, opposition and all manner of resistance in matters small and great. This is not our home. Yet, even though this is true it's obvious to me that we are responsible for creating quite a bit of the opposition and resistance we experience. I know it has to be God's grace ... More..
When the wicked rise, people hide themselves, but when they perish, the righteous increase. Prov. 28:28Sometimes people and practices, good or evil, have to go underground to survive. Early Christians lived for a while in caves called the Catacombs where they held meetings away from hostile pagans. When Christianity was on th... More..
Celestial Quiver________________(Important note: I wrote this poem having been inspired by a picture of a full silver moon sitting on the horizon of a dark lake at night, seemingly joined to its undulating reflection on the black waters.)________________I descendFor our monthlyRendezvousIn reflected gloryOf borrowed lightSlid... More..
Water Under the Bridge_____________________We talked for sometime, not long agoThe two of us, pensive, haltingly slowAbout past regrets and nameless fearsMarked only by long dry tracks of tearsYou told me how it hurt you mostThat recurring presence of an unfulfilled ghostAppearing at will, with stern remindWhispering your chr... More..
I call this "A Letter From Upstream". It's a letter from me to the child I was, a bit of creative deja vu.Dear Bruce,I know that your initial surprise at hearing from me in upstream time will evaporate quickly. After all I am you, and self-affinity can't be effaced by time. In a sense you already know what I'm about to say si... More..
Afraid of the Dark__________________As a childI feared darknessAnd what lurked under its broad cloakMonsters beneath the bedTapered shadowsShivering across windowpanesNameless soundsDaring me to identify themMy world unexploredWith an ancient mariner's forebodingOf sailing off the world's edgeI'm grown nowAcorn to oakVirginit... More..
The Texture of Night_____________________Night never descendsBut seeps silently, evenly from all pointsSimultaneousFilling space left hungryBy light's receding trainInfusing darkened airWith subtle intoxicationGathering landscape into coal sack bosomSable medium of meteors and firefliesAphotic enhancer of burning starsAnd jew... More..
The Sound of Light___________________It came without preludeUnwrapped in eureka flashUnassumingBrown bag epiphanySegued into my consciousnessRendering me happily appendixSuffusing the senseI'd lived beneath privilegeThen I heardThe jocund photon rainAuricular ravishmentFalling straight from creation's heartWhispering me the f... More..
Heraclitus
Durham, North Carolina US
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