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Wreck This Journal: David Foster Wallace
This week’s Wreck This Journal is a little bit different from the rest. Instead of destroying, ripping, or bending with my own independent spirit, I found myself paying homage to a writer who I...
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Wreck This Journal: Choice
One day I was walking through a book store when an old man flagged me down and asked, “Why are you so happy?” This threw me for a couple of reasons: 1) This man was a total stranger 2) I didn’t think...
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Wreck This Journal: Path
When Wreck This Journal instructed me to make a sign, I had to think about it for a while. Signs are supposed to convey something important like “Stop,” Wet Paint,” or the name of a street. They say...
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Enter At Will
Crowned by arches lit by lamps Choose wisely more than once Gilded handles rusted knobs Oiled hinges sticky jambs Ring the bell tap the knocker All will answer seek no more Walk on through no key...
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Visiting Confucius
Hands open catch your fate Peace within comes from choice Inner trust trumps all doubt - – - c.b.w. 2012
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Path To Ireland
Blarney Castle, Ireland. Photo by c.b.w. 2009 - – - This is for my Grandma. She was with me when I took this picture and I’ll never forget her telling me to be careful when climbing up the hill (this...
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Connected
It all starts at a central point A choice waits to be made. Remain steadfast in one place or radiate in myriad directions. Hold to tradition, yet see the world as never before. The truth is hidden in...
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In The Seam
Shadows meet light, where fate begins The arches call, cobbled paths warn Wits be mindful, for traps seek prey Between the two, the journey waits The Great Mosque, Xi’an China Photo (2005) and Words...
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Crossing
The gate looms, smothered with grime, gaping mouth, unruly smile Wash the spirit, pace the line Once crossed, eyes watch from all sides The bridge pass, treacherous cross Uncertain steps gather moss...
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Endings
Some endings signal the edge, others, a place to begin Jump the jagged cliff below, plunge to nothing, drown in black Or search the blue horizon, for clear skies and waves unsailed Look inside to know...
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Overhead
Rain slicked tar, slips up steps Eyes turned down, shiny black view Yellow curls, ribbons red A missed chance, looms above Portobello Road, Notting Hill, London Photo by: c.b.w. 2011 - – - c.b.w....
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Turn
Counting off, one by one Here we sit, neat in rows All the same, empty stares Wooden souls, polished smiles Held by rules, stuck in place Prison cells left unlocked In plain view, rebels stir Sideways...
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Philosophy
Philosopher’s stone, heavy with wisdom No magic answers, or fountain of youth Rather a witness to all that’s been lost Sit and contemplate the path to the truth A breath lights the way, one choice sets...
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Are You Sure?
There are days where I question the choices I’ve made. Truth be told, days like this are becoming more frequent. It’s like every element of my life is playing a little game with me called, “Are you...
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Seated At The End
Every time the door opens she looks up. This time it’s a woman with two small children and not the person she is supposed to meet. She arrived an hour ahead of time in order to calm her nerves with a...
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Three Red Doors
three red doors across the bridge brave the tide don’t look back three red doors under the clouds trusting fate holding faith three red doors right, left, middle? tempt the odds turn the knob – – –...
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half-awake I remember yesterday was a bad day I clutch the blankets reluctant to move All the things I want to avoid are out there waiting for me winning a battle I never wanted to fight It would be...
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