Academic poets hide behind literary devices,
keeping a safe, intellectual distance
from what is intensely personal.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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By Russ Allison Loar
One Small Candle
When we decide to love,
To fall in love,
We luxuriate in our love,
Our precise, exquisite love,
Denied to so many.
We light one small candle
In a dark room,
Believing the whole wide world
Is ablaze.
~ Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Christopher Andrew Loar
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# 211:
This Is The Age Of The Pure Self
Anarchy,
Not just for the dispossessed anymore,
It's catching on like wildfire,
A fad,
A new sport for the upper crust,
For those separated from the great mass
By privilege,
Power,
Perception.
This perception of superiority,
Now this is the motive force,
Not just for the well-to-do anymore,
No,
Even the lowest inhabitants of the social order
Feel superior these days.
Now,
In our cities and our streets,
In our homes and office buildings,
In all manner of public and private places,
Now,
No one is safe from this self-righteous anarchy.
This is war.
To each their own pure self,
The pure self that needs no law,
That bends to no man, woman or child,
That considers not its own frailties,
Sees no larger world beyond itself,
Enforces its iron rule without mercy,
No matter how trivial or mundane its kingdom may be.
Nor more humility,
No backing up,
No admission of error,
Of guilt,
Of responsibility.
All actions and motives of the pure self are beyond question.
We encounter one another
In our day-to-day lives
And exchange the menacing glance.
All is understood.
Ours is the age of the pure self.
~ Russ Allison Loar
© All Rights Reserved
Anarchy,
Not just for the dispossessed anymore,
It's catching on like wildfire,
A fad,
A new sport for the upper crust,
For those separated from the great mass
By privilege,
Power,
Perception.
This perception of superiority,
Now this is the motive force,
Not just for the well-to-do anymore,
No,
Even the lowest inhabitants of the social order
Feel superior these days.
Now,
In our cities and our streets,
In our homes and office buildings,
In all manner of public and private places,
Now,
No one is safe from this self-righteous anarchy.
This is war.
To each their own pure self,
The pure self that needs no law,
That bends to no man, woman or child,
That considers not its own frailties,
Sees no larger world beyond itself,
Enforces its iron rule without mercy,
No matter how trivial or mundane its kingdom may be.
Nor more humility,
No backing up,
No admission of error,
Of guilt,
Of responsibility.
All actions and motives of the pure self are beyond question.
We encounter one another
In our day-to-day lives
And exchange the menacing glance.
All is understood.
Ours is the age of the pure self.
~ Russ Allison Loar
© All Rights Reserved
Living In A Tree
I f the world were filled with people like me,
I’d likely be living up in a tree.
~ Words, photograph and rat by Russ Allison Loar
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Heaven
You must find heaven right where you are.
~ Text & artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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# 134:
I would legalize marijuana
for limited recreational use.
You could only smoke it
while playing pickleball.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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for limited recreational use.
You could only smoke it
while playing pickleball.
~ Russ Allison Loar
© All Rights Reserved
Ways We Lie
“How are you?”
“Fine, thanks.”
~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by John Kounadeas
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