Category Archives: Introspection

  Throughout history, for what they believed, Men have willingly sacrificed their lives, And they were honored for what they achieved. Yet, little of men or causes survive.   –How tenuous, how fleeting, are ambitions.

       Although the genre of Ringing Out, the short story currently featured on this site, is science fiction, it owes its progeny to the Medieval morality plays popular in the 15th and 16th centuries. In these plays, the protagonist … Continue reading →

  Random footfalls on the forest floor, here Where some lead, some follow, no path’s there Until time and concourse make a new path appear.

  I am constantly thinking.   But what I am thinking about is thinking about what I am thinking about. It is as if my mind is contemplating itself and in that contemplation, is considering and evaluating the thoughts about … Continue reading →

  I don’t recall when I began And I never felt me growing, But I was four when I heard mother cry. Grandpa showed me a tree one morn, Dad planted the day I was born, An apple tree from … Continue reading →

  Grab a tiger by the tail shows your nerve, You think hero, the tiger thinks, hors d’oeurves.

  There were only three. The first, a gray, a stillness, and held to fall to me; this, the first of three. The valley was still, and dead, By God and man, the last And though I raised my yearning … Continue reading →

  Paper and pen. Write. I don’t recall how or why. Came the glare. The light.   The short haiku-styled poems that I ofen write for The Poetry Blog such as yesterday’s entry and A Visit to New York City, in Hiabun, on … Continue reading →

  Intelligent men Believe in God. Assuming God believes in them.

  Today marks 1,008,888 days since the traditional founding of Rome on April 21, 753 BCE.     History written is a chronicle. History viewed through the prism of poetry captures the essence of lives lived and events experienced, reflecting … Continue reading →