The Newer Colossus















Don’t give me your tired,
Your poor,

Your huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of
Your teeming shore.
I extinguish my lamp
Beside the golden door.
Go away.
We’re full.


~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 39:

At some point you must set aside what you want to happen and realize what is actually happening.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Before I Barely Knew Anything













Before I barely knew anything
I awakened each summer morning
To the cawing of crows
And thought,
How very tall these trees
In which they gather to ruffle their feathers
In the morning breeze,
How tall these trees
And how much these crows must see.

I climbed an orange tree,
So frightened by the height,
So amazed at the sight of neighboring houses
And city streets
And thought about what the crows must see
From the tops of the sycamore trees
And from higher still
As they rise into the sky,
Knowing I would never know
What they know,
Before I barely knew anything.




~ Poem and photograph by Russ Allison Loar
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# 42:

The truth does not depend on public opinion.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Fly
















H ere,
In this beautiful world,
A fly is trapped in my house.

Trapped.

It's buzzing madly against the window glass,
Certain there must be an opening,
Beckoned by the light of the outside world,
The outside world,
Just a fraction of an inch away,
An impenetrable fraction of an inch.

Here,
In this beautiful world,
Where all things are possible,
This Garden of Eden where life explodes,
Where love and hate contend,
Where joy, real joy is actually possible,
A fly is trapped in my window.

I get a clear plastic cup
Reserved for such rescues
And capture the exhausted creature,
Gently sliding a square of cardboard beneath
To prevent escape.

Here,
In this dangerous world,
Where evil survives and babies die,
A fly was trapped in my house,
And I opened the door
And I let it go.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Chris Ezelle aka Boogey Man
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# 29:

The meek may indeed inherit the Earth,
but they will not explore it.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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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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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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# 69:

Be imperfect and acknowledge your imperfection. In this way you will become honest and no longer need to present a false image of yourself to the world.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 218:

"Normal" is an idea in wet cement.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 83:

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


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 105:

You know you’re getting old when you have a lifetime supply of paper clips.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 52:

Philosophy, the graveyard of life.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 47:

A kind heart may refuse to judge,
but a wise mind will measure.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 241:

I don’t say grace before my meals.
I believe in the separation of church and plate.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 24:

Improve the world. Sit quietly. Do nothing.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 41:

When we say what something is like,
we replace the actual with the imagined.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 257:

If you were granted the power of a god,
your ego would be sorely tempered
by your responsibilities.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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Mindings