Brother can you spare… some time?

28 Nov

Time Management

Also known as “crunch time” or for all of our students “cramming”. Here’s the thing, your parents and teachers were right. If ya do the job a little at a time then ya don’t run the risk of missing deadlines due to an overload of last minute work. But where’s the fun in that?

Me, I work best under pressure. My home is always tidiest 2 minutes prior to company coming over. My tasks at work are completed “just in time” and I swear each and every month this magazine must get finished by gremlins while I fall asleep… eyes exhausted with my head on the keyboard. Ya know something? The little buggers do a decent job too. Though any editing errors can be completely blamed on them. They sneer at spell-check and shake their scaly fists at proof reading. I hope that everyone is enjoying the ride so far. I encourage you all to create whenever the urge strikes. Try not to depend on the gremlins too much, there’s already too many people waiting for their last minute services..:)

“Come writers and critics    –    Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide    –    The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon    –    For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who    –     That it’s namin’.
For the loser now    –    Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.”

— Bob Dylan, 1964

The passage of time. We observe it. We feel the countless changes to both the physical world and our perceptions of thereof. These changes, if we are trying our best, are usually good. There will, however, always be some we regret. Yet change, can also a good thing. For without change we cannot grow and evolve. It is in this spirit I’d like to share with you one of my recent bits of verse. The following piece was inspired by the duality of change [regret for what’s lost; hope for a better tomorrow] as perceived in the cold of a harsh winter. The point of view is that of an early North American settler.


wilt thou return to me
after death?
spectral visitations o’er icy landscape
the pioneer trembles
— animate…

where hast all the verdant
bloom faded?
cold haunts, barren and infertile
the hibernal soil
— revive…

whence eidolon gardens
burst restored,
there chimera seeds awaken
my revenant soul

— reborn!


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