The moment when one thing turns into another is the most beautiful moment.
-Vic Muniz

The Descent of Dreams

As a child, he dreamed of flying.
As a teen, he dreamed of sex.
In his prime, he dreamed of buying.
At the end…it’s more complex.

Where Is The Pendulum In Its Swing

Temporally isolated
Contextually ignorant
Culturally hyphenated
Essentially impotent

The Symbolic Ideal

At one time the symbolic ideal of America was a melting pot (blended together as one people, more or less); then, as multiculturalism took root, the ideal became a tossed salad, or a gumbo (still mixed together but maintaining some individual aspects); now, as identity politics ascends, the ideal seems to have transformed into something closer to a TV dinner, or a school lunch (separated into exclusive categories, defined by difference).

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
– Maya Angelou

A fallen blackbird

bleeds in the snow. Its red blood

melts the winter blight.