Category Archives: Poetic Preoccupations

At most times I can be found writing, reading or referring to poetry in some manner. Petry is the stuff of magic in the mundane of reality. Did you know that the matter of our bodies is only .1% the rest is space of unknown manner, that is where poetry resides. These are what may be found without assignment within me. I merely arrange them.

Groomed for Destiny

Posted on October 30, 2011 by Atavist

I have seen the stem of a dandelion claw through concrete fields, simply, to offer a head of wishes. A grand potential is not twisted into the manicured seeds of the best in show. A rose by any other name, … Continue reading →

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I exist as am…But is that enough?

Posted on October 18, 2011 by Atavist

Walt Whitman once poured out an epically long rendition of himself (Song of Myself) for us to marvel at the grammatical gratuity of equal parts self confidence, a desperate desire for exposition, a fierce intelligence and complete enthusiasm for the vagaries of … Continue reading →

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