The Meek

The meek may indeed inherit the Earth,

but they will not explore it.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
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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

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