Author Archives: mrsorenson

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Saints Into Fools

Know what you can do and know what you can not do. See all that you might do but know what is real and what is simply salesmanship. Fly to Mars and Venus but think twice about Jupiter. Make sure … Continue reading

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One Travel

  I was sitting in the library thinking about the sunrise and writing about the slow orange slipping away. In a script as agile as a school of dolphins the mystery could be read as plain as an embroidered pillowcase … Continue reading

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Some Small Impossibility

  young men run hard they beat up their desires seeking the screaming of sweet extremity and the reward of accomplishing some small impossibility falling out of love took on a tonality of bleating caribou quite different from when you … Continue reading

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Until Trying Is Old

I’m going to tell you the secret of life it is butter, a sweetheart, a book it is coffee and jam and taking a walk with big and little loved ones straggling and laughing at yourself over a beer. I’m … Continue reading

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Same Doodle

  She waded across the rocky river. She said to me in perfect syllables something to say is worth some care. Don’t dance around it if it is not there. Riffs licks and cheap cliche’s how to get more than … Continue reading

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Contemporaneous Blues

Contemporaneous blues appearing in purple and black and white and chameleon more tones than can be counted flowing from the triotic rootless azure fountain it speaks and sings and who knows what gets concluded. Can’t seem to lose these contemporaneous … Continue reading

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Stones and Snapshots

  On top of a hill overlooking the confluence of two young rivers merging to endlessness So many photographs taken and lost who knows the cost of forgetting? The most colorful birds are found in the old cemetary rarely visited … Continue reading

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