Please, DO NOTHING!
We are all works in progress, but we have to surrender in order to become works of progress.
Tom
15 Things Jesus Might Say if he had Social Media
While I can’t seem to wear the label of “Christian” with any real sense of truth, I can appreciate the Master who led a crazy band of followers through the streets trying to change the […]
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Falling to Certainty (A Poem)
I struggle sometimes With the words… They all seem wrong Lost, forgotten, Like jumbled coins at the bottom of a large bag. Those eyes, Your eyes… They fucked up the ugly order of things Chaos […]
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Some Random Happenings this month…
I wanted to put together some things that happened over the past month in my life. These are things that were said to me, and my responses (or the outcomes) of such things. I find […]
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The Never Healed
…the healing is not about the story. The story is about the healing, and it is one that sometimes takes forever to write. I don’t want to read an unfinished story where the cliffhanger ends in the middle of a misspelled word.
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Then She Whispered
I sat in my aura of self-content, basking in the sunshine that dove its way past my window. My warm skin gave way to the sweat born of heaven’s gaze, and I smiled broadly at the […]
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Rules (A Rambling Poem)
Nearly every day, I pick a “Buddha Card” from a deck I have on my writing table. Then, I meditate briefly on what it says. Sometimes, I write what comes out as a result, others […]
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My Obituary, A Lesson on Meaningless Drivel
My Obituary Thomas P. “Gyandeva” Grasso, whatever age, citizen of the world, passed away at his home, wherever that home may have been. He was surrounded by his loved ones, including several of those […]
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I am Born (A Poem)
In the sullied storied yesterday It began Lost to the ages in a whimsical verse Gone to the ether in a mystical prose Like that, the flicker dies And like that, I am born. Somewhere […]
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Something of Your Voice (A Poem)
So, count as honored the very first of us,
Who walked beyond the length of chain,
Others had wrapped around his neck,
And chained to the walls of their own making.
