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Continue reading →: OPTICSWhat do you see when you look at me? What is your reality? Your vision? Your fear? Do you simply accept that which appears before you? Or do you question it? Does it look suspicious? I would think the day a person cannot trust their own eyes is not something…
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Continue reading →: Tear DropsDo they belong to a person overcome by joy? Or they a mark of endearing sadness? The wonder of a childs first step. The heartbreak following the loss of a spouse. The hometown team finally winning a championship. Or perhaps losing it in a hard fought overtime? Bidding farewell to…
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Continue reading →: No AI here – I promiseIn past years blogging, I haven’t had to make a post like this. Unfortunately, with the current invasion of AI into all aspects of our lives I have no choice. I am not a fan of generative AI and AI chatbots. While I do believe there may be some legitimate…
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Continue reading →: WHITE NOISE
There are a million voices out there. They tell me many things. Joyful days and happiness. The comfort that it brings. There are a million voices out there, Far too many lost and sad. An endless sea of heartbreak Jilted lovers raging mad. There are a million voices…
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Continue reading →: 7300 days – Remembering Katrina
by Stephen Sandoz It’s a hot summer afternoon in Biloxi. The sky is a deep blue. A warm breeze drifts over the water. Children are playing nearby. Footsteps from the sandy beach, a lone man gazes up at the white lighthouse that sits prominently between the east and westbound lanes…
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Continue reading →: The door is open
Welcome, friend. Come on in. The fire is warm, there is food on the table, and I have plenty of blankets. Of course I don’t mind the company. That’s why the door was open. You can ignore the odd objects in the corner. And I realize my decor is somewhat…
Hello,
I’m Steve
I’m a writer, a thinker, a dreamer and a wanderer.
The Forlorn Poet 