life
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You, Artist
Only madnesstakes in handpalette and brush,splashing senseless colorsacross the singular canvasof your life.Insane abandoncreates the masterpiece. You, artist:this is your calling. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Wisdom
Solomon, Buddha, Muhammad, Christ–we look to you for sound advice.And what recommendation are you quick to give?"From each heart alone, one learns to live." Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Ten-Thousand Poems
Today, around the globe,ten-thousand poems shall be written,one, perhaps, by me. Each begins with an ache,likely echoing another's ache–answering, enflaming, soothing… But most(this one?)may never be sent beyond these few, ruled lines,never find life beyond this page,lost to all but… Continue reading
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Sometimes…
Sometimes you're the Pac-Man. Sometimes you're the little, yellow dot. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Congratulations!
Congratulations!You are the winner of a brand-new day! For no particular reasonyou've been selectedfor one more chanceto make the world better. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Limits
Last night I dreamt of flying,but could only do sowithin the confines of my living room. Even the green and yellow parakeet,within her cage,can fly. Even the iridescent blue betta,within his gallon tank,can swim. Even the cane-enabled old lady,within the… Continue reading
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On Happiness
I once had a friendchallenge the notion,that happinessshould be a goal in life. (This is a friend, I might point out, totally mystified by my enthusiasm for things Disney.) But guess what?Turns out that happy… Continue reading
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Slippery When Wet
And, really,aren't we all? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Easter, 2012
Mostly I saw it coming:the suicidal thoughts in the garden,the affectionate betrayal of a best friend,the whipping, the mocking,the exhausting trudge through the gauntlet of spittle,the thorns, the nails, the spear,absolute abandonment,that cold slab in the endless, empty dark.Yes, I expected… Continue reading