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What Is Truth? Emotions are confusing, Neither sequential nor distinct. They can disappear or rearrange Before your eye can blink. Hence, for guiding action, Emotions are quite suspect. A better resource, some suggest, Is your good-old intellect. But for asserting…
A POEM ABOUT NOTHING Here’s a poem about nothing. You should sit down and read it — It really is something! It’s a herd of words without a home, Nor any context upon which to roam. It exists because it’s…
OUT OF OCEANUS Year of the Consulship of Lucullus and Cotta When your ship rose out of Oceanus, I wished my worst nightmare had come true, Because the monsters I imagined Were lambs compared to you. Two legions from Louron…
HOW AM I TO JUDGE? The more brute force required, The less a creed is desired.
BOOMBOX GOLDILOCKS Boombox Goldilocks Collected cuckoo clocks and penny stocks, Mismatched socks, igneous rocks, And magnetic building blocks. She listened to music when the sun shone bright, Then counted her stuff long into the night. Pancake Stacks Dax Collected thumbtacks…