aphorisms
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Fragments, 8.1.25
Don’t white-knuckle life like it’s the steering wheel on a runaway clown car. The tighter you squeeze, the more the clowns cry in the backseat. ** Everything’s on its way to becoming something else. Grip too hard, and it wriggles… Continue reading
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Fragments, 5.21.25
There’s always something strange on my commute, but this Mother’s Day stood out like the sorest of thumbs. On the ride home, I passed a man walking along the sidewalk, casually gripping a machete. He looked menacing enough that, for… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.17.25
How can the same world birth both roses & screams?I wear a radiant crown & a crooked smileOne eye weeps, the other singsI cradle joy & agony alike ** When petals unfold, do they speak your name?I return with the… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.15.25
Daily, I veer between moments of aching spiritual hunger and sudden, icy alienation from others, the world, and even myself. It’s as if two entirely different beings take turns steering my soul. Some would blame my bipolar diagnosis; others might… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.11.25
What road lies beneath no footYet consumes every wanderer whole?It leads nowhereBut none return *** Who speaks with no voiceIs prayed to with no nameAnd sees with no eyesYet is carved in every mind? *** What mouth splits wide with… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.8.25
While idling in traffic on my way to work, a young man in the car beside me motioned for me to roll down my window. His eyes were glassy—between high and haunted—and the muffled thump of rap music pulsed from… Continue reading
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Fragments, 3.28.25
What is the sound of one scream unheard?Not clapping, not praying—just air vibrating in a vacuum of apathyIf no ear twitches, does it sound like pain or simply … rehearsal?A scream unheard is not a warning. It’s a weather report… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 