Category: Poetry
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Martha and the Feather
Each dawn, Martha sat beneath a tree, her focus on the rise and fall of her breath. One day, a feather floated down, landing on her lap. She held it to her lips. A gentle exhale made it dance in the air, then it settled back down during her inhale. Every day, with the feather…
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Intertextual Memorabilia
“… Sisyphus smiles once more. As he accepts salvation is but one day closer to death. …”
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Schopenhauer’s Two Points
“… Empathy is required to avoid the despair of pessimism, And see the truth beyond our narrow perspectives. ..:
Vires in Numeris 