You may call it fiction,
but if you drop a large novel
on your foot,
your toe will hurt.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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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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Baboon-ed!
M ethinks
These be baboon-ed days.
For want of suck this curv-ed fruit I entreat.
~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo from Mongabay.com
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The Boundaries Of Heaven
We draw the boundaries of heaven
Around the spaces of ourselves,
Marked off by threat
And bluster,
As if heaven were a place
Unwelcome.
~ text and photo by Russ Allison Loar
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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
© All Rights Reserved
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
© All Rights Reserved
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