Climber [redux]

Above me the moon watches over another sleepless night. Its ghostly splendor an immutable backdrop against which the turmoil of my life plays out in stark contrast. Reveling in that wonder, I lift my hands into the night sky. I am Babel. My height is without measure. The span of my outstretched arms is like... Continue Reading →

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This Life

Life is a journey towards death. All roads lead to their inevitable end, and we the travelers move each day one step closer to the termination of the path we call life. Some of the roads we walk are long, turning and twisting along their way, while others are a direct path to that final... Continue Reading →


I gaze into a pool of glass And the reflection of my face Stares not at me but through me Lines of care on this worn facade And eyes like haunted caves Who is the man I look upon What worries left the wrinkle On his brow And that forever stare I think of all... Continue Reading →


I am not a fideist. For reason is that most precious gift, that drives me to question, with a skeptic's eye, the fantasies espoused, and cloaked as truth apparent. Still I must acknowledge, the mystic quality of paths that I have walked, through forests enchanted, and the ethereal nature, of fields in which I've wandered,... Continue Reading →

The Truth and You

The truth it seems, and you, are mutually exclusive. Two circles complete, each perfect in its form, with no intersection along the path, of their circumference. Your perfection is a sham. Honesty does not share, its hemisphere with you, If the truth was searching for the north pole, You'd be somewhere in Antarctica, Swearing that... Continue Reading →

Sonnet X

Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee doe... Continue Reading →


"For me God is a "Wholly Other" transcendent intelligence, impossible for us to understand. He or she is somehow responsible for our universe and capable of providing, how I have no inkling, an afterlife." Martin Gardner

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