Tombstones

When I was eight I dreamed I was standing outside my school on the grass with my classmates, waiting for my mother to pick me up. The boys and girls around me began to sink silently into the ground. Where each had stood, a tombstone rose. I was alone, surrounded by tombstones.

Now that I am older, the tombstones are real.

~ Words and image by Russ Allison Loar

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# 31:

Listen to your imagination.


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# 245:

Time is born of a singularity,
tied to the temporal “before and after.”
The cosmological constant is the eternal “now.”


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 100:

So many writers with nothing to say,
who nevertheless say it very well.


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Things

O nce I was a magician like you and owned many things.




~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Stephen Hender
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# 30:

If you wish to bring joy and love to others,
you must be full of joy and love.
You cannot give what you do not possess.


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No Regrets

The butterfly does not miss being a caterpillar.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Kathy Hardy
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# 17:

Question everything
and perpetuate what is good.


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Of This World

We are not in this world. We are of this world.



~ by Russ Allison Loar
Artwork by Julie A. King ~ website?
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