I was once

I was leadership material  Author James C. Humes wrote, “The art of communication is the language of leadership.” But now, I’m not so sure  Ensuring my safety  Now takes precedent  And the frivolous nature of patented joy like some self-help  lone wolf  making mainstay  promises  The koan  on loan Crib Buddha  Now nothing much matters… Read More I was once

“stigmatizing the child with charges of lying, manipulating or imagining from parents, courts and clinician…”

Read more: https://www.scribd.com/book/224612169 A life lost-a handmaid’s tale of invisible use of skin, stripped identity and lack of progenitors to inflict cosmic loneliness. Combine that with a decisively human bent, emotional empathy, intellectual apprehension of a wide range of subjects punishable by death, of late. What if your whole life were simply a lie? Invisible… Read More “stigmatizing the child with charges of lying, manipulating or imagining from parents, courts and clinician…”

Apparent Nonsense

She was a crypter of code, postmodern grifter, pro sifter of functions, crisscrossing backs of travelling souls. The ghosts spoke in ancient languages long since gone and now only the cryptozoologists were translating trans-species.  Navajo code breaker chants of Kahunas  Breaks backs as it distracts  Enables detracts Here we are 

Hope flails

In times of darkness, resist despair becomes a silent plea Never knowing if this is truly the end  It seems reasonable to believe — and I do believe — that the more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for… Read More Hope flails