An Instant before Time: a haiku of sorts in e minor flat Continue reading
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Cards on the Table, Divorce, American Style
Cards on the Table, Divorce, American Style
In the winds I hear Murphy, in a wonderful mood, whispering seductively:
“Isn’t it time to realize the dream some Founders shared, of a league of independent republics? After all, the discipline imposed on rebellious states after the Civil War has run its course and there are now serious efforts to overthrow the federation’s duly elected government. Why not a federation of three Pacific States in the West and another with New England and New York in the East with the rest remaining as they are, army, air force, navy and all?”
Hmmm, where would the two new capitals be? And would there really be a league? And what about Key West? What would the flags look like and would there be seats in the UN for all three?
Is Murphy always wrong?
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved
Can Democracy Work? A sort of Haiku in e-minor flat
Can Democracy Work?
A sort of Haiku in e-minor flat Continue reading
Maelstroms in a Sea of Lies
Maelstroms in a Sea of Lies Continue reading
American Dreams Revisited: 2017
American Dreams Revisited: 2017 Continue reading
A Colossus Weeps
A Colossus Weeps Continue reading
Cycles in Shades of Blue
Cycles in Shades of Blue Continue reading
Despair and Hope and Art
Despair and Hope and Art Continue reading
Drats!!
Drats!!
Titania is not Tatiana, oh my!
A world view changes, I wonder just how much. Perhaps only as much as the wafting mini-breeze made by that infamous butterfly’s wing in Brazil, but then, as I recall, that led to a hurricane somewhere some time; or that nail missing from a horse’s shoe that lost a battle and changed the world, although, of course, everything always changes the world somewhat. I assume that’s progress although logically it might also be regress, or perhaps, even egress; what a mess.
I wonder if Oberon knows.
I assume Shakespeare is aware, he must have known all along, about Titania and the butterfly’s wafting wing and the missing horseshoe nail and the fate of the world and things such as that.
Titania is not Tatiana, oh my!
I wonder if Tatiana knows? Of course, there are a great many Tatianas, I’ve known a few, even secretly lusted after one or two. Perhaps even three but not more. They were usually unaware of Shakespeare or Oberon until I brought them to their attention. And of course, I told them about Puck as well, and about midsummers’ eves, and equinoxes and solstices.
But now, … what?
Should I advise them of my mistake? Can I hope to find them all? And if I do, will I be on time? And if I don’t, will there be consequences? There usually are. Will they too change the world, like the butterfly’s wafting wing and the missing horseshoe nail? And what of my errant long lost lust? Contained so far I’m glad to say, but what if it should now finally be set free? And if freed, who’s to say it won’t start seeking out several Claudias I once knew, a few too many Dianas, several Julias and one Marina too few?
A world view changes, I wonder just how much. Perhaps only as much as the wafting mini-breeze made by that infamous butterfly’s wing in Brazil, but then, as I recall, that led to a hurricane somewhere some time; or that nail missing from a horse’s shoe that lost a battle and changed the world, although, of course, everything always changes the world somewhat. I assume that’s progress although logically it might also be regress, or perhaps, even egress; what a mess.
Titania is not Tatiana, oh my!
Drats!!
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved
Cassandra’s Veil, Midnight, January 19, 2017
Cassandra’s Veil,
Midnight, January 19, 2017 Continue reading