A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
In this age of relentless people p… the merest exercise of reason is always a form of treason
God’s not buying it Until you own it– Are we clear?
Where the Cold War was Spy vs. Spy The Psyberwar is Psy vs. Psy
Humble pie is A required taste Until it becomes An acquired taste
The heat of mutual disdain that always sustained us in person has cooled with depersonalized cam… that detain us via cursor
Imagine the disappointment when we… both wearing Velcro singlets but each fashioned from the softer… with nary a hook between us
When I got to the front of the self-checkout line I assumed there’d be a mirror but to my surprise and delight it was even better than I’d hoped
In the same Talking Heads song the “road to nowhere” is both a “road to paradise” and the way “they can tell you what to… and “make a fool of you”
The bad news is that liberal societies can only cohere in the face of external enemies The good news is that we will never lack for
When we asked Jesus to explain the mechanics of the last being first He answered in yet another parable… It’s like when you’re playing tug…
In a real life version of the ugly duckling discovering s… I was the reject popsicle stick who at long last found out I was a handy tongue depressor
Afraid that everything I wanted was nothing to write home about I was left with nothing to write home about
They say if you expect disappointment then you will never be disappointed But I say
There are only two questions: Are we asking the right question? and Who gets the last word?
