What Next?


Amphibians,
No so long ago.

What next?

More than what we make,
What we own.
Something undiscovered
About what we are,
What we might be,
Without device.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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If when I die
My grandparents are there,
(Where?)
There to greet me,
My saintly grandparents
Who were always fair,
Who never told a lie,
Who were always kind,
If they are there to greet me,
(Where?)
If they ask me about my life,
This earthly life I’ve been living
Since their passing,
How can I explain the vulgarity
That has invaded our lives,
The acceptance of moral decay
As entertainment,
The rabid defense of ignorance,
The willful deceit,
The ego-fed certainty
Of a people who have lost their way?

What would I say?


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Do Not Know


Look backward,
Look forward,
Then,
Know,
Then,
Do not know.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Discarded Lovers


We are discarded lovers,
Wandering the streets,
Our heads hung down,
Too discouraged to look anyone in the eye.

We try to keep busy,
Always something to do,
Another task to complete,
To cover up the absence.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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