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This is where you will find short stories, personal essays, and guest posts. Family and friends and the ordinary business of life are the inspiration for this section.
Poem by Think in the Morning: Two Poems
Night and Day Oh Forest WoodYou block the sunAnd now the timeFor play is done.The mushroomed meadow, the needled rugLie in silenceThe worm, the root, the beaded dewWait in darkness.So quickly comes the dusk,The orange muddled night break,Privileged witness to the...
Poem By Think In The Morning: Nothing
I know that you areStanding thereIn your roomThinking how beautifulLife isBelieving that you canControl yourselfThat you can exist on a dietOf water and air.You are happy to be aloneLonely, but happy.It is inevitableThat you will remember ParisThat you will feel the...
Short Fiction – Ribeauville
ICarl sat down to read the letter in the town square. Tears rolled down his eyes. He was surprised at how he felt the same inferiority and differentness as when he had been a student all those years ago. He fell into the past and relived the memories. While the...
Poem by Think in the Morning: On The Fourth Of July 2021
On The Fourth of July 2021(Inspired by William Blake, Auguries of Innocence) The silent journey of fish upstreamEmbarks the infant on his dream. Those whose love the trumpets singAre those who have no such thing. A love that suffers through the blightOutlasts the...
Short Fiction – The Inheritance
The Little Boy Lostby William Blake Father, father, where are you going O do not walk so fast.Speak father, speak to your little boy Or else I shall be lost, The night was dark no father was there The child was wet with dew.The mire was deep, &...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Truth
Truth I can rememberWhen I was youngerPossessed by hungerFor Truth.Now I am olderThinAnd starving.
William Blake’s Lark
As we slowly read the Doleful City of God by Adriana Diaz Enciso (translating from Spanish to English as we go), we are at the same time revisiting the work of William Blake upon whom Enciso's book is based. The current blog is based on Blake's concept of the lark...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Rue de Marchands
Rue de Marchands I made my fortune selling hot dogsalong the Rue de Marchandsand am left now to squander itamong the fig trees of paradise. I made my fortune selling investmentsalong the boulevardsand am left now to squander itamong the fig trees of...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Ode To Spring
There have been no new translations from the Sanskrit this week.Philosophy is at a low point.Giant Matilija poppies in the gardenOvergrownHave collapsedThe stems and bloomsForming circlesHollow in the middleWhere silently at sunsetEmptiness waits for a messiah.This...
Uncle Ned
When I was growing up, I attracted the attention of a meddlesome uncle who felt obligated to teach me everything he thought I’d missed from not having my father around. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mother. The divorce happened not long after I was...
Shaking Hands With Your Twin
Maybe he was a raving madman, a fool in search of harmony in a world turned upside down. Sometimes, however, magnificent thoughts could creep into the head of anyone, even a perfect fool.... From Behind The Locked Door There were three umpires discussing how they...
Off The Bus
you’re either on the bus or off the bus Ken Kesey Back when I was in high school more than a half-century ago, I was chosen to participate in a contest sponsored by Bank of America. About twenty or so high school students...