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Poem: What do you make of the stars?

Would you look at the number of stars out tonight,
I can’t think when I’ve ever seen starlight so bright.
You can see why they say it’s romantic, all right;
All those men with Flamenco guitars.

If I could live on an island…

I wish I could live on an island. An island of a few acres, maybe 5-6, in the middle of a river or just off the coast. An island where I would not worry about my neighbors when my dogs are barking insanely at a squirrel snatching every leaf it can fit into its mouth to build a nest.

Passion. What happens when it crashes?

People are often admired for their passion to a cause, a belief, an idea; respected even. But what of the passions that fail, falling short of their mark, their goal. Where does that energy go? I am in the throes of just such a failure (though my friend Viktor would tell me it is not a failure, but an outcome).

Maybe this time…?

I spoke with Francesca yesterday after a full final day of court and heard something in her voice that I have never heard before. There was an optimism coming from inside her. Not a perfunctory optimism, but one that seemed to be coming straight from her heart. It simply brought me to tears.

Life and not life

I was thinking about life yesterday. Sometimes we wish it would pass more quickly and sometimes we wish we could get more out of it. Sometimes, it could not get any better and sometimes it seems it could not be worse.

What unemployment is sometimes

Every so often a funk grabs a hold of me, for no good reason.

Luck is as luck does

Luck is as luck does