On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

I lived on a crossroads in Collinwood Two half circles joined A binary system My angry sister said that I was angry I lived in the past as much as the future Investment on the ground floor We were under-water but still standing Nobody came by that much Fifty one first cousins busy most of the time Those few I remember A crowd tried to wake my mother The entire neighborhood awakened Not like nothing ever happen We gathered mostly with grievences Lived on different planets Up the hill Down the valley Nothing as far as were apart together Picture is worth more words these days More of what we say Who it is we are speaking to In the road house time is relative My high school was an entire lifetime My son's was a blink Every month from the pandemic I would preach Only thing changed I found myself in the corner of the road house Somehow it was now too much We invest at our own risk This was not new to me I would do it again Not what you see as you pass along the road Solving problems sav...

 "The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. And one of the games to which it is most attached is called "Keep to-morrow dark," and which is also named (by the rustics in Shropshire, I have no doubt) "Cheat the Prophet." The players listen very carefully and respectfully to all that the clever men have to say about what is to happen in the next generation. The players then wait until all the clever men are dead, and bury them nicely. They then go and do something else. That is all. For a race of simple tastes, however, it is great fun." THE NAPOLEON of NOTTING HILL By GILBERT K. CHESTERTON I long looked very close at other places far from where I come.  The issues presented themselves in different lights.  Not being familiar with something makes it novel.  I have always paid extra attention to no...

I am Silver and exact I have no preconceptions Whatever I see I inhabit immediately As love would have me see or disregard I am cruel and tell lies A capitol letter Deity three sided Miss more than I see I have looked for so long I forget what to  From the head I face the world A torrent that fills the landscape gouged by glaciers Searching my reaches for what he really is He turns and lies the only light source I see him back and despair lost time He rewards them with tears and an absolution stolen She is important to me gone before I would lose her Her face fails to hold the darkness In me she has drown a young boy and in her an old woman She rises toward me day after day like a movie fish

There are fewer surprises This good and bad news Their nature A zany neighbor plugs in each sit-com There are good reasons for this We would fit well into many places Who we are is more about where we are A restaurant under management from below We are as happy as the bottom of the food chain The explanations shorter while the lines grow longer A surprising pattern emerges when we write with specific goals

The people who want easy answers Reject the only thing that has ever given them Gathering dust upon the shelf Love hate relationships with reality never work Even Schrödinger's cat plays by rules Operational security Diversity is what saved the dinosaurs Equity equals sign of the equation Inclusion is just showing up 

I can smell Canada burning across a great lake Two days this climate needs new vocabulary Ten thousand years will make you go soft