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  • Room With a View

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    Room With a View Head back, eyes slowly opening… The plaster swirls float above timeless crown moulding like chunky clouds gently being ushered along by unseen breezes, or in a mirror effect, reach as whitecaps do, moved by silent tides: As above, so below… Polarized, yet equally reminiscent of the fallen leaves this autumn; fitting…

  • Reflections from the ether

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    Reflections from the ether Under an orange light; a kick away from the suspension bridge — this is where the young and hopeful love-struck circle, looking for the perfect spot to park their passion. My companion — my friend — looks to the west, growling uncertainty at the carousel of lights which are disturbing the…

  • Creep

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    Creep   While you read my letter, I killed a spider, who casually tried to outwit a writer. Not for profit; nor for sport, it’s simple goal I meant to thwart; but merely because it looked like you: those wind blown hairs and eyes pale blue… And as we spoke, your voice did flutter, while…

  • It’s Always ‘NOW’… brought to You by ‘Then’…

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      Ruminating on a lecture I recently watched by neuroscience researcher and popular “new atheist” Sam Harris on ‘Death and the Present Moment’, among other things, I was impressed by the fact that he was able to cajole 4000+ atheists in to doing a 5 minute “mindfulness meditation” akin to certain Buddhists practices. And rather effortlessly,…

  • The Process…

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      “Sometimes I see ladies walking and crying; Those are my blue skies; Those are my high heels.” (poetic thought — referring to a woman I saw a few days ago on Bayview ave. — crying while walking and on her mobile phone) The latter part refers to the sky I’m presently viewing while perched…