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By Tyler Voeks
Post modern fiction, about a man dying.
By Olive Branch
â€œmagic realism, abstract, open ended, dark, morbidâ€
I am unspeakably sad these days and some of that sadness seeps in whatever i write.
Miscellaneous | Updated Oct 19, 2013 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 12
What's a poor snowbank to do, tra la, what's a poor snowbank to do? It has no power, it waits upon the pleasure of humans, while at the mercy of them, of weather, of creatures, of the imponderables of life. Oh, what's a poor snowbank to do?
This is a poem based on something I inadvertently overheard while waiting my turn in a barbershop. You never know when life's most poetic moments are going to occur.
This is a conversation concerning Babba Ram Dassâ€™s concept Be Here Now and how we should continually apply this concept to our many life changes as we grow older.