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iconesis
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Birthday
December 31
Bio
IT Analyst by trade, cynic by experience, hopeless romantic by curse.

MY RECENT POSTS

SEPTEMBER 29, 2013 10:09PM

Easy Off pt5

‘Mr. President, 

After listening to your remarks today at the Washington Naval Yard on the solemn occasion of easing this country’s wounds after another senseless act of violence, my wife Rose and I wish to express our support for the temperance and judicious toneRead full post »
SEPTEMBER 22, 2013 6:32PM

Easy Off pt4


The White House Chief of Staff made his way down the West Colonnade leading to the executive offices, the Secretary of Commerce in tow.

“What’s going on Penny? You said you needed to discuss some sort of private communication coming out of the Chinese Trade Ministry?”

“MOFC
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SEPTEMBER 21, 2013 3:46PM

Easy Off pt3


Two men rise to live another day. One a captain of industry with the quotidian demands of each new day, the other a minion who walks through life unfulfilled, thinking: 'Same shit, different day'.

Yet they are both Myrmidons to their singular obsessions; forRead full post »
SEPTEMBER 20, 2013 3:55AM

Easy Off pt 2


His body men knew the gait well. Over the years the agents had recognized the 'stride of determination'; the energized walk at a hurried pace, the arms bent at the elbow and the curled fingers almost making a fist that meant today was for leading with a sense of purpose.Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 18, 2013 3:28PM

Easy Off

It is no longer in heaven...

"Ummm, honey? You're doing it again."

"Pardon?"

"You're mumbling, you know that's one of my pet peeves."

"Yeah, I know. I was recalling a discussion I had at last year's prayer breakfast with Rabbi Cahn."

"The one about the oven?"

"I told you?"

"Just in passing, so I went and lo/… Read full post »

como agua tibia sobre hollejo frío
la hoguera que encumbre mis mercerías
un hálito de calor que disimula
el vaho de varón espejismo
mis labios acogen tu aliento

acullá tiniebla me conmueve un escalofrío
es la penumbra de tu alejamiento; se lleva
la fayuca que fue m/
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JUNE 15, 2012 6:01PM

Gender Bias


I had held out my hand and carried her along her green mile we shared, sought her out time and again as she knew I would, made the same left turns over and over again.

I had flown her to where I was/
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DECEMBER 20, 2011 1:33PM

Skirmishes

His wounds had metastasized into his much loved sister's words, written on the paper he was holding in his hands.  Like the flesh that had been ripped from his body and left to desiccate in the sands of Iraq, he could see the effect that war also has on the peopleRead full post »

DECEMBER 17, 2011 3:48PM

The Iowa Caucuses, A Field of Dreams


Every once in a while the "invisible hand" of market economics lays a velvet glove on the market place of ideas. This thought occurred to me last night as I took to my habitual review of all things lame stream: cable news networks (what passes forRead full post »

DECEMBER 11, 2011 4:29PM

Precocity


who could see green Spring shoots
under April snow? It is distant
not yet here to melt in warm breath
blue winter ice stretching at length
certain it will recede again

until then your walk in wooded
remembrance stills the blanching
of a pale hearth beat now glacial



Walk in Madrid

beryl painted, the Castellana's sRead full post »

DECEMBER 5, 2011 1:35PM

Harry's Gone A Haunting


I think Harry's Ghost is partially revealed in his latest post. The guy is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery and, you know the rest.

I remember feeling intimidated by the OC's for poetry that used to spring up here. Whatever happened to them by the
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DECEMBER 2, 2011 2:07PM

Fall Comes So Soon

 

A child's many paths knowing no set course
Four legs crawl and three slowly shuffle
Many birthed trails lie before a man's source

Kinder memories, light foot lad's verse
Silly song of youth, a nursery jumble
A child's many paths owned before setting course

Summer Sphinx in sand, you cannot immerse
FrRead full post »

NOVEMBER 23, 2011 3:03PM

Look to the Children, always

 


Just what was a hippie?

Child of mine,
see my hide, calloused and rough
the mast has been lashed enough
Why do you join the picket line?



Somewhere a parent is in anguish Writ large by you and yet, not thine!
your history is rough skin that you sluff
see how it abrades! chafes with a
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Sen. Jabo Waggoner: Immigration law's 'unintended consequences' must be fixed. (The Huntsville Times/Glenn Baeske)By Birmingham News editorial board - 11/15/2011
(click the image to go to the editorial on Alabama's new immigration law)

Inconvenience transforms into "unintended consequences" that have to be changed.

. . . There have been reports that some international companies are having second thoughts abRead full post »
NOVEMBER 12, 2011 1:53PM

The MilkShake Connection

 
I was slightly amused by a recent article at Slate: Why Second Life Failed, in particular it's prominent use of a certain metaphor for failure: bomb.

It got me to thinking about a documentary series from the late 70's by James Burke, Connections, and Episode 3: Distant Voices (youtubeRead full post »
OCTOBER 19, 2011 6:20AM

Gitana

gitana2

  Gypsy dancer, love in flight
  Life is a dance and you hold on tight

  fierce in your adroitness
  Luck is in the chance
  that sudden frozen stance
  caught in a mid-whirl madness

  Young girls, nesting gypsies
  watch you with pliant eyes
  the gui
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The bed was damp and had drained their bliss sooner than they had liked. He drew his hand across his face, wiping the dampness away and as he wet his lips, he could taste her again; like champagne sweat, the pungent aroma the same as that from an/
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JULY 31, 2011 1:47PM

Civis Romanus Sum



Having never bothered to flounce after removing most of my rastro from this Bazaar of Metaphor that OS has become, and reflects back to the nation at large, I have to admit that I've been skulking around during my free time since I've been gone. To anyone who still recalls my/
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 when it is biting your ass!

The problem with rhetoric  is . . .

It is an immovable rock in the hard place of absolutes: Dead Beat Tea Party Dads

It can be abused by hypocrites. Plato defines rhetoric as the persuasion of ignorant masses within the courts and assemblies… Read full post »

OCTOBER 23, 2010 6:07AM

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