Archive for March, 2019

March 28, 2019

Empty Pages

One might think by now
that the complete lack of payback
would have discouraged me.
But it hasn’t.
A jaded urgency
is my obsolete currency.
While doing nothing, I bask
in the glory of creation.
And lost to myself,
I find myself again,
setting up a screen
upon which reality scratches
in vain. To stem the tide
of pettiness, of complaint
so ingrained.

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March 23, 2019

Where the Epicurean meets the Futilitarian

Book Soup. March 27th. 7pm.