Writing My Mind.com: 2021

# 259:

If death is just a natural part of aging

then I don’t want to grow up.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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It's Been A Long Struggle

Supreme Court Rules In Favor Of Same-Sex Marriage Nationwide

~ June 26, 2015

~ Click here for the story on the L.A. Times website ~ by Russ Allison Loar ~ 8-5-1996
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# 257:

The constant of this universe

is the eternal now.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Inland Valley chapter of the Society For Clear Thinking will hold an all-day workshop on “How To Make Life Simple” from 10:20 a.m. to 5:47 p.m. Saturday, March 2, at an undisclosed location.

New members are required to attend an orientation session at 7:48 a.m., in the Thoreau Room of the Simple Gifts Meeting Hall at the Southern California College of Agronomy and Moral Certainty.

After the orientation, exit on Walden Avenue South, past Civil Disobedience Drive, then turn west on Emerson Road and make a U-turn at the third intersection past the green/black student dormitories (If you see the black/green student dormitories you’ve gone too far!), bearing to the right onto Harpers Ferry Way to Parking Lot 81, Section 26 (southeastern quadrant), next to the campus greenhouse.

Walk northeast on Campus Loop toward the Transcendental Arts Building, past the Hell No We Won’t Go food court, turning right at the Gandhi memorial bird bath. Walk straight ahead until you see the second unmarked bus stop and wait for bus No. 331, or 28-A if after 9:15 a.m., or any bus between H-9Q and 12 if after 9:33 a.m.

Exit the bus at Tolstoy Street and walk north on Tolstoy, past the King Cotton Laundromat (on the left) to the Thrifty Chick fried chicken restaurant (on the fourth, north-south corner of the traffic hexagon). Enter Thrifty Chick and say: “Sir Larry has come to collect the poll tax,” if the man at the counter is wearing a hat or an eye patch, or “The goslings weep for their mother” if there is another man without a hat and/or an eye patch, or a woman (mature, no eye patch), behind the counter.

You will be led to the rear of the shop and put into the cargo area of the Thrifty Chick delivery van whose driver will blindfold you and take you to my house where I will then drive you to the meeting. The workshop fee is $20 (stamps).

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 248:

I’m trying to increase

the escape velocity

of my soul.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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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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# 233:

Heaven is where you get back

everything good that you lost.

~ 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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Kids Need Discipline!

"The school board Tuesday night unanimously approved
the death penalty for dress code violations."

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Paul and Lora Guajardos
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# 267:

You can't put a website on a bookshelf.

~ 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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# 271:

The older I get, the more clearly I see

the artifice of so many human endeavors.

~ 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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# 45:

A prayer speaks to the one who prays.

~ Russ Allison 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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# 100:

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

~ 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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# 246:

I am blaspheming my way to paradise.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Ways We Lie

“How are you?”

“Fine, thanks.”

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by John Kounadeas
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# 31:

Listen to your imagination.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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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

# 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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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.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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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.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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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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# 82:

Consider how your vision of the world
is created by your emotions.

Then, set your emotions aside
and take another look.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Peter Pantheism

I am a Peter Pantheist.

I have a childlike belief that everything is a component of God.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 93:

People want the security of knowing
and so spend their lives
cementing their beliefs into place,
constructing the impenetrable wall of self.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Pretense

What you pretend to know,
closes your eyes to the truth.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Painting "Futile Regret" by Roberto Gonzalez Fernandez
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# 239:

I cannot prove angels exist.
It would hurt their feelings if I tried.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 207:

Eternity will solve everything.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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I've Been Busy!

Brian Williams and I were recently embedded in Afghanistan but we got separated from our military escort and were lost for a week at the Kandahar International Airport, living on vending machine candy and coffee.

Then, in the middle of the night, the ghost of Robert Frost suddenly appeared on a luggage carousel, enshrouded in a glowing blue-white mist. He spoke to us:

"Whose woods these are I think I know, his house is in the village though," pointing toward the northeast quadrant of the airport. At first I had no idea what this meant, but he kept repeating the phrase in a louder and louder voice: "His house is in the village though," until at last, almost shouting he said:

"HIS HOUSE IS IN THE VILLAGE YOU DUMMY!"

This final outburst awakened Brian and between the two of us we realized Frost was directing us to a part of the airport that would facilitate our escape.

By early morning we'd made our way northeast where we finally encountered the ticket counter. We were a bit embarrassed that we hadn't thought of this before, but wrote it off to battle fatigue. Brian tried to charge our tickets on his NBC Visa card, but for some reason his account had been closed, and so I sprung for the airfare. At least they gave me an Auto Club discount.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 37:

A saint is seldom treated fairly.
It’s part of the job description.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Blackjack

Poor old Blackjack,
Battered with one eye swollen shut,
He comes to my back door and cries for food
But he hurts too much to eat.

He cries to bring me out,
To hear the sympathetic sound of my voice,
To feel the rush of warm air from the open door
Against the stiff chill of early morning.

He comes close to the open door
But will not go in.
Some distant memory of being a kitten,
A house cat,
Pulls him to this place of food,
This place of sanctuary from the larger world,
The more dangerous world
He is now too wild to escape.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Russ Allison Loar

# 14:

What you pretend to know,
closes your eyes to the truth.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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A Lie

I was playing with a baseball I’d found in my front yard when two older boys walked up to me.

One of them said, “That’s my baseball. I hit it over here all the way from the park.”

The park was about three miles away, but I was seven years old and I believed him. I gave him the baseball. The two boys walked away laughing.

Lying in bed that night, thinking over the events of the day, I realized those boys were laughing because they had told me a lie and I believed them. They were laughing at me.

I decided I wouldn't be so stupid next time. Despite my decision, so many years later, I’m still surprised how skillfully people can lie.

~ By Russ Allison Loar
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# 54:

We are knee-deep in mousetraps.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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~ Photograph by Russ Allison Loar

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# 28:

To be in heaven
and not know you are in heaven
is one of life’s great tragedies.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Sainthood

The road to sainthood
is paved with sin.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by ?
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# 179:

Criticism may be necessary,
but it’s more profound to construct
than criticize.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Play It!

At some point, you’ve got to stop tuning your guitar and play the damn thing.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo of Russ in 1971
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The Meek

The meek may indeed inherit the Earth,

but they will not explore it.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Escobar Studios
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# 111:

I am skeptical of any advice
that contains the words: “You must . . .”

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 164:

There is no greater gift
than the gift of a new day,
along with the health, sanity
and freedom to make use of it.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Lights

Without love,
Some kind,
Any kind of crazy love,
The lights are out
All over town.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Julie A. King
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This World

For every bird that dies,
There’s another bird that flies.

~ Poem & photograph by Russ Allison Loar
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# 67:

If you want help from the angels,
you must listen very carefully,
for they speak softer than sound.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Poetry Class

“Nothing beats an 18-year-old pair of hips.”

It’s from a poem. Her poem. That blond-haired girl in my college creative writing class, reading her poem out loud, a poem about her love of sex, of having sex, preferably with lean 18-year-old boys at the zenith of their sexual energies.

Within a few days of her recitation I noticed she began coming to class with the professor, a man not quite twice her age who evidently was quite willing to submit his hips to her critical assessment.

Yes, they had definitely paired off, but unfortunately, the academic quarter came to an end before she had a chance to construct a poem about this new sexual experience.

But why should I let that fact limit my own imagination?

You Are Not My Daddy

Yes, you are not my daddy.
Yes, you are not my boyfriend.
Yes,
Yes,
Yes.

Oh my God,
Yes!

~ © Blond-haired College Girl

There’s nothing like a college education to expand one’s imagination.

~ by Russ Allison Loar

# 23:

Too much work strips everyday life
of love and serendipitous happenstance,
oh yeah!

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Poetry

I Remove The Stone

In these later years I sometimes despair
When thought returns to unburdened times,
When moist-eyed remembrance,
Sorted from care,
Makes longing for such pleasant fiction
A stone in the heart.

Shamed by my childish discontent,
My sophisticated selfishness,
I hear my breathing,
I see this world,
I remove the stone.

~~~

I n poetry, the writing is the thing that comes last.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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Birdsong

Even the finest words fall away in early morning birdsong.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Alexis Trice
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My Revelation

For me, this existence, "This," is eternity.

The kingdom of heaven, and hell, and everything else in-between is at hand. Right here. Right now.

Whatever is past and whatever may come, This moment is all about how far along I am as an eternal soul, an eternal being, an eternal something or another, names and labels being limited as they are.

This is my revelation.

So many of us believe heaven is somewhere else, a reward for a life well-spent, our ethereal home where there will be no more strife and struggle.

But what if we died and awoke in heaven and it was a place just like Earth, where we inhabited physical bodies and had to put our spirituality to the test in a physical world of human interaction and social evolution? We might very well doubt we had entered the kingdom of God.

For me, entering the kingdom of God is about awakening, seeing what has always been here. And for me, hell is also here. Wherever there is the possibility of heaven, there is the possibility of hell. It has something to do with free will.

This is my revelation.

I do not know where I will be after my body dies. Perhaps “I” and “where” will no longer apply. Nevertheless, today, I am in heaven. I cannot imagine a more heavenly miracle than the persistence of life, hope and love on this planet, here among the uninhabitable planets of our solar system. I cannot imagine a more heavenly miracle than the birth of a child.

Here in heaven, you put a small seed into the ground and it comes back flowers.

~ By Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Maxine (aka: maxxximpact)
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# 35:

Home is a place in the heart.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Easter Brunch

"The buffet was satisfactory,

but the valet service was just dreadful!”

~ Text & Jesus insertion by Russ Allison Loar
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# 96:

God is another name for the will to live.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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On Moonlit Freeway

On moonlit freeway
I see the weariness in your eyes,
A few stray strands of hair
Around your face
Illuminated against the black
Inside your car.

It is late.

We who work overtime are driving home
In silent, anonymous autonomy.
Though I’ve seen you a thousand times before
In full fluorescent sun,
Numbed by office decor and decorum,
Tonight in my rearview mirror
I see the phosphorescence of your truer self,
Your innocence.

It is the innocence of the oppressed
Who, after overtime is through,
Have nothing disingenuous left.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 78:

Imagine Your Life

# 138:

Now that we have infinite choices of information to ingest in this technological age, there are few, if any, predictable paths to self-identity, to self-realization. Now, each of us can carve out a distinctly original, distinctly personal path to being and becoming. Now that we have these tools, we should be increasingly skeptical of those who would prescribe the course of our lives.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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I Knew A Young Man

I knew a young man
Who drank warm water
Right from the faucet,
From his cupped hand.

Everything he did,
An act of defiance,
An act of strength,
His way through the world.

They sent him to the war
And he didn’t last a week.

~ Poem and photograph by Russ Allison Loar
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The Universe

# 75:

One Cup Of Coffee

S o many of us are struggling,
Tormented by work and money,
Dysfunctional families,
Disease and decadence,
Political injustice,
Weather,
Inertia.

Yet each morning,
After only one cup of coffee,
I am glad to be alive
One more day.

~ Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Christian René aka runnerfrog
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# 36:

Baboon-ed!

# 5:

The Boundaries Of Heaven

Life Went On

It was Sunday,
And many millions
Living in the most powerful nation on Earth
Spent most of the day
Watching the big football game on television,
Cheering,
Moaning,
Screaming at the electronic moving pictures of football players
Running back and forth and sideways,
Trying desperately,
Valiantly to get hold of the football
And take it to one end,
Or another,
Of the flat grassy space.

The next day,
Life went on,
Much as it had before.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 244:

I Am A Simple Man

# 217:

At The Circus

W hat was I thinking?

Too eager to accept a dare? Afraid to back down?

How absurd it all seems now, about to step out on this wire so incredibly high above the crowd.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Jolantasketch
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# 200:

How Far?

# 242:

The Other Virus

Trump has a virus.

I do not refer to the coronavirus. This other virus is far more deadly.

The notion that the erratic course of the Trump presidency is the result of a localized infection centered mostly in the White House, aided and abetted by compliant media outlets and servile politicians, was further dispelled by the anarchistic minions who stormed the U.S. Capitol bearing Trump flags and assorted MAGA accessories.

Talk about a pandemic!

The virus that infected and elected Trump has spread to every nook and cranny of the Republic. It is a pandemic of willful ignorance, spread by those who believe their certainty inoculates them against rational examination.

Yet even the impermeable Trumplings of America are but a subset of a global pandemic of authoritarianism whose existence depends on the strangling of truth and the obedience of ignorance.

In how many countries has democracy been overtaken by authoritarianism? Too many. Who can stop and reverse this advance of totalitarianism? The United States of America comes to mind. Despite the best efforts of Trump, his minions and his compliant political apologists, our recent elections do indeed seem like a turning point, a turn away from the abyss of another Trump administration and a restoration of sanity.

But let us never forget the names of those who defended the evil untruths of the Trump administration that have torn our citizenry apart.

Sanity, leadership, character and conscience: These virtues are not Republican or Democrat virtues. They are human virtues that must guide the course of our nation. May we defend them against the evil, soulless intentions of those who would subvert our Democracy.

May we call out the defenders of ignorance. May we demand educated, knowledgeable leaders in all walks of life to speak out against tyrannies both small and large. And may the freedom-loving people of the world once again look to the United States of America as an example, not of chaos, but of enlightened governance.

The great work lies ahead. The great work calls us. We must answer.

What happens in America happens to the rest of the world.

~ Maria Ressa, Filipino journalist, author and dissident

~ Text and photograph by Russ Allison Loar

# 238:

Under The Bed

I remember seeing a white, colonial building fronted with columns on the day I was left at the orphanage.

At least this memory was always in my mind, but knowing how insatiably curious I’ve always been about my biological parents, my biological circumstances, I knew that I may simply have been filling in the blanks of the great mystery that was my first two years of life. After all, I have absolutely no memory of the mother I’d lived with more than a year.

One day in my early twenties I returned to the Children’s Home Society, the first time since being left for adoption. I’d phoned a social worker who agreed to meet with me, to tell me some basic “non-identifying” information about my parents. As I approached the address, the building came into view. It looked exactly as I’d remembered: A white building, colonial style, columns and all.

I don’t remember the foster family I lived with for the next six months and I don’t remember being taken to the home of my new parents. Many years later, my grandmother, who lived next door, told me that for the first few months of my adoption, every time the doorbell rang I’d run and hide under my bed. It took me a long time to shake that fear, and even now I still get the urge once in a while to hide under the bed.

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