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From the Rooftop

What would I yell from the rooftop if I could? Today–at this point in my life? I’ve come to understand a few things about myself, so it would be different today than it would have been when I was younger. It will probably be different another five, ten, twenty years from now. But I know this, I must live life…

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The Poet’s Search

      The poet is born lungs screaming for life urgently seeking her deepest need– the search for truth in the illusive word; that one poignantly perfect poetic expression revealing naked-born reality, writhing, hungry, pure, wearing a living beauty like skin, (not possessing it like a coat, removable when uncomfortable). This poet searches for adjectival justice; illuminating truth laying bare…

The Truth, Honestly, Really, in Writing

In the movie “A Few Good Men”, Jack Nicholson as Col. Jessop yells back at Tom Cruise’s Lt. Kaffe, “You can’t handle the truth!” Maybe he’s right. I know I’m not about to tackle the age-old philosophical question, “what is truth” here. Not in a short blog on a writer’s website. Alas, I am no Bertrand Russell. But for argument’s…