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Analysis, Memories, Poetry, Quirky, Reflection

“If You Can Do Anything Else”

I started writing yet another reflective essay about how I'm not writing the way I wish I were writing. I decided a free verse poem would be more compact -- thus, this column of thought.

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Analysis, Memories, Observations, Quirky, Reflection

Beyond Recovery: Dunes and Dragonflies

If recovering from discombobulation is like swimming from the depths of the sea to a beach, then daring to become "more" might be like climbing a dune! I discovered that my mother is a rip-current and my father is a beach-umbrella -- and neither is what matters most. After playing with insect metaphors TOO MUCH I decided that dragonflies are a better example of transformation than butterflies. Moreover, I can sense that I'm reaching another inflection point in my development and I want to share my insights with everyone.

Analysis, Observations, People, Quirky, Reflection

Owl-Whiskered: A Weird, Beautiful Mental State

This post is an update about my perspective on life and my 'Self' but first I want to talk about owls, their eyes, and facial quills. Vision is not solely a function of sight. *** This post is quickly becoming an opus for ‘nonlinearity’. A falcon is a raptor but so is an owl... differently. My brain is sneaky-soft-nonlinear rather than wind-whipping-target-sticking linear.

Narrative, Quirky, Reflection

A Stereo-Cabinet Painted Black

Step 5) In the sub-freezing garage, paint a second coat. The coverage looks good but a few hours later the last sections to be painted are literally frosted — it must be moved to the basement and a third coat applied. Still doable. Mutter curses. Throw it down the stairs — no, don’t! Move it, because I’m in my best physical shape. Scuff the cabinet on the way down— but don’t sweat it.

Analysis, Memories, Reflection

Anchors Away?

"Is that the church of 'Popeye The Sailor Man'?" asked my musician friend. "It is, now," I replied, winking. I stopped wearing it when I returned to Michigan from Maryland, placing it on a 'reef' of polished stones. My efforts to settle in the Washington area faltered; I’d obviously reached the point of contemplating my path anew. I didn’t want to continue displaying the anchor without understanding what it means to me now.

Memories, Observations, Reflection

The Crock-pot’s Soul

It was brittle with heat and had preexisting cracks. Several shards had darkened edges from the seep of long-forgotten meals. My mind sprinted between memories of better times in my DC apartment, times when I felt capable and loved; I supported myself in a space of my own. I had specific career and romantic prospects, the outlines of a definite trajectory for what “should” happen. All was smashed.

Analysis, Criticism

Doing Strong Heroine

I can summarize for clarity's sake. "The Empire Strikes Back" was a film with energy that starts high, gets higher, and leads Luke into crippling failure to set-up the next film. Rey's rise is meteoric and that is good because we need to be surprised but it would have been more interesting if she over-shot the mark and, for example, compromised the hull of a spaceship while she calibrated her powers (*wink*). "The Last Jedi" is enjoyable, and I will see the next film, but the writers/directors missed opportunities with Rey.