Junkyard Philosophers

Junkyard Philosophers From whence came this yearning of my soul? It’s only a question I ask every day of my life, fitting, I suppose, of one with dubious genetic structure and a mangled environmental beginning marked by too many turns and twists of emotional enigmas. Of course, my portal in the scheme of time must […]

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The World Of Routines

I’m often struck by the relative robotic nature of my days. Some might call them ‘ruts.’ All along my life’s circuitous route there have been routines established, apparently somehow orchestrated by my exclusive DNA components. Surely we all have our idiosyncratic ways of living. Some of us are slow in our movements, not eager to have a […]

“Portrait In Time”

“Portrait In Time”   Young man, do you not see me as once I might have been? Is it the wrinkle, the sagging skin Time laid upon me that you see? Once I stood, perhaps like you, with noble thoughts and dreams A new bright morning might bring.   Time wore me down with its […]

So Many Ways To Confuse!

Fancy yourself a writer? Yeah, me, too. I’m writing my tenth book. My first book was actually published by a small pub house in the 1990s. It was after this experience that the decision was made to go it alone, that is, be a one-man show: write, proofread and edit, re-edit, re-edit, re-edit, publish, market/promote, […]