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One Memory
“You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If… Continue reading
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LEAVING THE DEBATE BEHIND |
Just before sunset, before the lightning dazzles the earth, everything seems to stop. My heart sinks, the universe beckons me closer, and my hands are steady. At this moment my mind is consciously still, my thoughts unknown to me, and I stand alone and at peace. This is my moment of clarity. At this time… Continue reading
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Beauty and Terror
I took one last look into your bedroom, my eyes filled with life, and turned away. The weakness of human design effortlessly revealed by nature, dissolving structure and breath in a matter of moments. Dogs barked in the alley and neighbors rushed to the scene as smoke settled among us. I remained still, unmoved –… Continue reading
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H | 22 & 3
For Harry… I knew you briefly, almost in passing. We never once sat down to dinner or shared stories of our loved ones. We spoke on the phone once but only for a moment. We knew one another in this way for two years until suddenly, without warning, you died. I imagined a fleeting sense… Continue reading
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Native
Being rocked back and forth on the D train, I lay my head back and breathe. Images of fingers wet, soaked in water and blood, fingers snapping and slipping making inaudible sounds. This is my meditation; lands forged by rough hands and sweat. Cities built by no personality, no discernible political mind, just with these… Continue reading
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Death of a relationship | Continue
If I should be brought before you, and am asked to skim the trees. To recollect my fondest thoughts amid a wasteland of memories. Then I should dig deep the shallow trenches, I will seek out every eye. For my past bear’s strong resemblance to the ones I stand before. And I will know a soft resistance as I… Continue reading
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Sometimes the blues are just a passing bird
At times we will find ourselves discontent, irritable, and generally just blue. The feeling may seem to have come out of nowhere, leaving you confused and a little on edge. It can be scary, at times overwhelming, and downright lonely. During these moments we rely on our mind, asking ourselves questions and using our best… Continue reading
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ANTICIPATE THE BRIGHTNESS
More often than not I choose to view difficulties in life as an opportunity for growth. Throughout the struggle, I am in a state of anticipation, knowing that the fight cannot exist forever unless I resign myself to hopelessness, which is an option. It should be noted that hopelessness is only a part of our… Continue reading
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THE GRASS
I fight each day to be a meaningful person. I do not wish to take from anyone, only give the small amount within myself. The point of life is to be useful. The hope in death is that I’ve given all of myself to the world so that there is nothing left to miss. This… Continue reading
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BETWEEN YOU AND ME
I WAS YOUNG AND I WAS A LOVER OF ALL THINGS OBSCURE AND UNFIT FOR THE WORLD MY EYES LONGING AT ONCE TO CAPTURE WHAT MAKES A MAN AND WHO TAKES THE PEARL ONLY THREE-YEARS OF AGE YET I RECALL NATURE IT BECKONED OUR EVERY MOVE THROUGHOUT THE LAND HIS EYES FOCUSED ON HIS HANDS AND HIS… Continue reading
About Me
An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.