• Half-penny thoughts — 02jun25

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    I recently realized that sometimes I take what was said or done in the past and apply it to the present, which is flawed thinking when I consider how it might the reality of a given situation.

    Yes, that’s how our minds tend to work — we use our experiences to inform our futures and presents. That’s how we try to maximize our situations to our advantage.

    And, often, it works as intended.

    But there are times where the past does not necessarily inform the present. Or, even when the past informs the present, it does so with such imperfection as to be essentially useless. Instead of advantage, assumptions about the past offer us greater opportunities to stumble and fall face-first into a cow pie. And that’s if we are lucky. Unlucky, we tend to crash and burn in a dung heap.

    I’m often on the unlucky balance of the equation. [Aside: If I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck at all, as the saying goes.]

    I need to remind myself that, absent other assurances from the past, there is still only the eternal present. Putting too much faith in the (often illusionary) past to explain the present is a fool’s errand. Forget about the future.

    Excuse me while I go remind myself of the nature of things by sitting in the dojo of my mind…


  • Past Penpals

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    I received a lovely surprise thanks to social media yesterday morning: an old email “penpal” reached out to my Facebook account to ask if I was the Michael xxxxx they used to exchange emails with. Of course, I recognized her name right away as Kate (“K8”) from around the 00s, back when the internet was both a much more friendly place, as well as being quite a bit more “wild west” in feel.

    It was the era of making connections, the creeps and trolls hadn’t found a foothold in cyberspace yet, and MySpace was still the hotbed of the music scene. If I come off more as a “blogger” in the flavor of that time period, it’s because that’s where I cut my teeth on blogging, before everyone had to monetize every little thing they did, and influencers were still a daydream. We were largely an online journaling community still, the precursor to the oversharing of social media, which is why some of us learned our lessons very early on and are somewhat circumspect about what details we share online (all the while going to great lengths to sound like we aren’t being circumspect).

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  • drifting

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    needing not to need or
    to be the object needed
    a settle into sitting as
    do stone, moss and tree
    just a drift of fine snow
    blowing feathers across
    the long and open road
    whispers polish asphalt
    under a sun hung low

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  • dicing

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    under twilight longing
    restless and wrench ache
    ever just dreams slipping
    lacuna & moon dipping
    blood for the ash given for
    palms crossed with silver

    time to toss the dice,
    wondering at if
    they come up
    twin death's head moth or
    showers pouring over
    with a sighed name
    on the northern wind

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  • at the fading

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
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    wisp whisper am
    breath sigh on wind
    crisp and have shatter

    slender parchment thin
    unseenly and obseenly
    ghosting of wing

    tok tears am pale
    scene at the fading
    screaming on howl

    lack beginning

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