Tag: poetry
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Projection of Shadow Materials
I think I will bypass the topics of my aging canine companions and the political hellscape we find ourselves in and post something a little closer to my heart–Jungian Psychology and treating patients. This post/blurb/essay/whatever started out as a response to a question I received by a contact on LinkedIn. I don’t know that he…
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What bothers you and why? At present what is bothering me the most is the number of people who consistently vote down any form of gun control and thoughts and prayers to victims of school shootings who are out crying for sympathy because their guy got shot at… The party of fire and brimstone talking…
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The Problem with Writing
I remember when I was at UC Davis working on my bachelors (was that really almost 20 years ago????) I took an English class. I took many English classes but this was the first I took at Davis after transferring from the community college. I remember being very excited to be in the class. It…
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The problem with irony
The hospital I work in is on hallowed ground. I don’t mean that metaphorically, I mean literally the building in which I am typing this post used to be a catholic hospital and all around me are the buildings from a long ago time when this was, for lack of a better word, a catholic…
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What are you most excited about for the future? Retiring on my property, far enough away from everyone to forget they exist yet close enough to make a run to a store not too burdensome. Growing 90% of what I eat. Sitting on my front porch with my wife and a couple of cups of…
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Meanwhile at a special State of the Union Address…
An old and feeble-looking man is welcomed into the chamber and makes his way down the aisle toward the Speaker’s podium. He shakes hands and is greeted warmly by some and jeered and yelled at by others. He walks deliberately, notslowly, as a man who has no real hurry to complete a task may address that task. He makes his way to the podium and addresses the crowded chamber in an attempt to quiet them and get to the evening’s business, “My fellow Americans.” The chamber erupts in a cacophony of cheers and boos, sounds emanating from an invisible yet distinct line betweenthose in attendance. “My fellow Americans, I stand before you to address the concerns some…