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  • Kurt Brindley 6:27 pm on November 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    This Is A Poem That Isn’t 

    This is a poem that isn’t
    But probably it could
    Even though it shouldn’t
    And even if it were
    It more than likely wouldn’t



  • Kurt Brindley 10:50 am on October 18, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    So, I was thinking (yes, I understand the risks)…

    But, I was thinking, just imagine if each of the 25,109 and growing followers of this humble site were to donate just $1.00 to help me fund my film LEAVE…

    Just imagine how much that would be!

    Keep in mind that I am a product of the United States public school system, and that, by design, my higher level degrees have absolutely nothing to do with math, so my calculations may be a bit suspect…

    But I believe that if every one of the 25,109 followers were to donate $1.00 to help me fund my film, that would come to the heavenly financial figure of… [finger cipher]…


    Now that there would be a whole lotta of cheeze and it would help me in a whole lotta ways in realizing my cinematic dream called LEAVE.

    Now, I’m a practical man (not!), and I know all 25,109 of you donating $1.00 each to support my dream is an impossible expectation…

    But, let’s consider what you get here for free 24-hours a day, 7-days a week, 365-days a year non-stop and in perpetuity for as long as our pretty yet petulant planet revolves around the sun that may help motivate you towards donating that $1.00…

    You get to publish your work to the RELATING TO HUMANS feature…

    You get the IABS&R…

    You get occasional “PRO-TIPS”…

    You get LITERARY ZEN…

    You get ARTWORK?…

    You get HUMOR…

    You get HEALTH advice…


    And you get so much more.

    But, even with all this free stuff created just for you forever floating around here, I understand that my hope of everyone donating even just $1.00 is an impossible expectation.

    But then again…








    Too much, right?


    Sorry ’bout that…


    Please donate what you can, if you can, my friends >> BELIEVE IN LEAVE.

    Thank you.



    • joliesattic 12:20 pm on October 18, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Amazing that just two years earlier I was in Haiti, totally unaware that there was any tension between our countries. My girlfriend and I wandering alone with two Bulgarians, who didn’t speak English but were willing to share a cab with us as we toured the island.

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      • Kurt Brindley 2:40 pm on October 19, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        When were you there? This happened over several years in the beginning to mid- Nineties. And tension wasn’t between the United States and Haiti, per se. The tension was between the international community, armed with a United Nations resolution, and the military dictators who overthrew the democratically elected government of Haiti.

        Of course, the government they overthrew was also allegedly, and most likely, corrupt and vicious towards much of its population so it was all a little muddy.

        Sadly, Haiti has had a very long streak of bad luck before this trouble that LEAVE is set around and which continues on to this day.

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        • joliesattic 3:34 pm on October 19, 2016 Permalink | Reply

          I was there in ’78 so I may have misread the date thinking it was that farther back. I know they stalled our trip because of some unrest in one of the areas we were visiting, but I don’t recall where.


    • Katie Marie 8:59 am on October 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Seaman Recruit Kate signing on board.

      That was meant to be a cute way of saying you have my support lol XD


  • Kurt Brindley 8:36 pm on September 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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  • Kurt Brindley 10:35 am on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    The bridges of Ashtabula County, Ohio 

    It must mean something that I’m coming across this and that about my hometown on the web recently (maybe it has something to do with the Cavs realigning the Universe with their winning of the NBA Championship).

    Thanks so much to my friend Ava of Fresh Brewed Thoughts for “bridging” this to my attention.

    Please visit Bruce Stambaugh’s wonderful site to see all of his beautiful covered bridge photographs.

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    Roadkill Crossing, and other tales from Amish Country

    covered bridge Benetka Road Bridge.

    By Bruce Stambaugh

    I’ve been curious about covered bridges for a long time. I wondered about their purpose other than the obvious one of crossing from one side of a stream to another.

    My curiosity got the best of me recently. Accompanied by my wife and another couple, we went exploring all 18 of Ashtabula County’s covered bridges. We discovered that the unique architectural wonders were so much more than a conveyance from one bank to another.

    If you’re not familiar with Ashtabula County, it’s Ohio’s northeastern most county. It bumps against both Lake Erie on the north and Pennsylvania to the east.

    It’s a big county with varied topography and land usage. Its trail of covered bridges is one of its most distinctive features. Most of the bridges are still in use today.

    Covered bridge hobbyists admire the intricate architectural details of the wooden tunnels. I…

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    • Alli Farkas 11:17 am on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      My guy is from Ohio, but from the southeast corner as opposed to the northeast…however, any part of the state past Columbus is pretty and full of ancient stuff worth investigating and enjoying. We bicycled out to the Bergstresser/Dietz covered bridge, the last one remaining in Franklin County, from his brother’s house in Canal Winchester. The fact that something named “Canal”-anything, historically connects it to the horse-drawn barge canals that threaded their way through much of Ohio. Love this old stuff, it engenders nostalgic old-America images of barges being pulled by mules, horses, or oxen walking along the towpath alongside the canal…about 270-something miles’ worth!

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    • Crimson Owl Creations 11:29 am on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Beautiful photo!

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    • Jacquie Biggar 11:41 am on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I’d love to see a covered bridge one day!

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    • Mike Fuller Author 2:47 pm on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      My Dad’s side came from Braceville in Warren County to NW PA (opposite Ashtabula Co.) in the mid 1800’s. Before that they came from CT. NE Ohio was parceled out to Revolutionary War CT landowners displaced by the war. Some guy named Cleveland was in charge of the land grant. I think they named a swamp after him.

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    • Terry L. Wilson, Author 9:15 pm on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I appreciate you making me aware of the post about the bridges of Ashtabula County. It just so happens much of my novel BREAKING LIBERATOR’S SHACKLES takes place as a father and son are fishing in the Grand River just below the Harpersfield Bridge and Dam. The father, a past Japanese POW of the Second World tells his story of his ordeal, for the first time, prior to his son’s deployment to Vietnam.


  • Kurt Brindley 10:31 am on July 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    Poetry Is My Balm 

    Many of the haiku and other poems in Short Verses & Other Curses were written as a therapeutic balm in response to my cancer. I don’t know why or how I survived all that nonsense but I suspect writing the poems helped at least a little.

    Recent events make it seem to me that my country is suffering such a life-threatening and cancerous disease so I was naturally drawn to some of the poems I wrote for the collection. To some degree they helped again, if only as a temporary distraction from present reality.

    I doubt if these poems have any healing power potent enough for all the ills sickening my nation; however, it is out of love and desperation that I shall share them with you now.

    For the next day or so, please feel free to download the collection. If any of the poems move you in any way, I ask that you share your thoughts here in the comment section. If you have any other poetry that you believe will help relieve a troubled soul, I ask that you also share those with us as well.

    You may download the collection by clicking on its book cover.
    Short Verses


    Thank you to all who downloaded a copy of the book and especially to those who left me such kind, encouraging comments. They mean very much to me.


    • The Estranged Mom 10:24 pm on July 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for sharing these poems with us. I’m in the midst of some difficulties right now, and your words were a balm to my soul today. I haven’t finished the compete volume yet, but so far I feel comforted. I hope others find the same to be true.


    • joliesattic 1:33 am on July 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for sharing. I too was so distraught over what happened and more so finding out just today. Normally my social media gets on the horn but not a word about this and that hurt worse. As I was festering about the event, I found one of those maudlin framed quotes we see from time to time and surprisingly the first line fit for the angst I was boiling over with. It said, “People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.” – Mother Theresa


    • Mick Canning 2:43 am on July 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you, Kurt. I downloaded it and have read a few of the haiku; I will finish them when I have some free time. I like what I’ve read so far!


    • shivasiddula 5:49 am on July 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you. I read a hundred of them. Tried to understand the emotions, hopes, peace, faith and realisations hidden in those words. Wonderfully written book. Good gift to your followers.


    • pedometergeek 12:04 pm on July 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      How generous you are…and this world needs more generosity and love right now (not that it always doesn’t, but…). ~nan


    • Robyn Elliot 5:20 am on July 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I still dip into the verses, Kurt. I initially read them last Christmas when I was experiencing emotional difficulties; for me, there is something deeply enlightening contained within them. I would heartily, and gratefully, recommend them – particularly to buy, to continue to support Kurt with his art. We can never understand the mystery of life, and therein lies the magic.


    • Ava 5:05 pm on July 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Kurt, this is unrelated to your post, but a friend of mine blogged about the covered bridges of Astabula County and I thought you might find it of interest. https://brucestambaugh.com/2016/07/10/the-bridges-of-ashtabula-county-ohio/

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      • Ava 5:06 pm on July 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Oops – misspelled Ashtabula. Mea culpa!

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        • Kurt Brindley 7:20 pm on July 11, 2016 Permalink | Reply

          I was given an Ashtabula ball cap bought in an Ashtabula store that was spelled “Astabula” … so, no worries. :) Thank for the link. I’ll check it out. The bridges there are wonderful.

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    • andysmerdon 5:54 am on July 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks Kurt – I read your book sometime ago – this has reminded me that I need to read it again. Cheers mate.

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  • Kurt Brindley 10:57 am on July 8, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    No Point In Asking 

    When I first began articulating this post in my head, it was framed around the question, “When will it all end?”

    But after just a few seconds of contemplation around it I quickly realized that question is quite ridiculous.

    Obviously, we are no where near a point in which we can even begin speculating about the end to all this madness.

    And after last night’s shootings, I am quite sure we are actually at a new beginning.

    A tragic new beginning with an ancient foundation of seemingly immovable hate.

    Not just for the other’s race, or the other’s politics, or the other’s finances, but a hate from where all other hate stems.

    A hate for ourselves.

    We Americans are like the spoiled, bully rich kid who, because he’s always had everything given to him, it is impossible for him to see that everything is all there is.

    He wants more and if he can’t have it he is going to whine and kick and piss in his pants and make it a living hell for anyone and everyone around him.

    We Americans have it all.

    But it’s not enough.

    Guns in our society are a problem. But they are not the problem.

    We are the problem.

    And we know it.

    And we hate ourselves for it.


    • Heartafire 11:07 am on July 8, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I disagree, as Americans we have no reason to hate ourselves as a whole. There are despicable people who do despicable things, I for one hate that.


    • xmatman 11:12 am on July 8, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. — Eldridge Cleaver

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    • Alli Farkas 1:42 pm on July 8, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Excerpt from Michael Eric Dyson’s opinion piece in today’s NY Times, re Americans hating themselves. The complete article is much longer, but deserves a read.

      “At birth, you are given a pair of binoculars that see black life from a distance, never with the texture of intimacy. Those binoculars are privilege; they are status, regardless of your class. In fact the greatest privilege that exists is for white folk to get stopped by a cop and not end up dead when the encounter is over.

      Those binoculars are also stories, bad stories, biased stories, harmful stories, about how black people are lazy, or dumb, or slick, or immoral, people who can’t be helped by the best schools or even God himself. These beliefs don’t make it into contemporary books, or into most classrooms. But they are passed down, informally, from one white mind to the next.

      The problem is you do not want to know anything different from what you think you know. Your knowledge of black life, of the hardships we face, yes, those we sometimes create, those we most often endure, don’t concern you much. You think we have been handed everything because we have fought your selfish insistence that the world, all of it — all its resources, all its riches, all its bounty, all its grace — should be yours first, and foremost, and if there’s anything left, why then we can have some, but only if we ask politely and behave gratefully.

      So you demand the Supreme Court give you back what was taken from you: more space in college classrooms that you dominate; better access to jobs in fire departments and police forces that you control. All the while your resentment builds, and your slow hate gathers steam. Your whiteness has become a burden too heavy for you to carry, so you outsource it to a vile political figure who amplifies your most detestable private thoughts.

      Whiteness is blindness. It is the wish not to see what it will not know.”


    • Matt 6:04 pm on July 8, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      As a Canadian, I’m not sure I have much add or contribute to the discussion but as a human the shootings over the past week have made me very sad and exasperated. Your post really made me think.

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    • Parmis 1:49 am on July 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      well said and provocative. I would add that beneath the hate is fear. Much like anger and rage, hate stems from fear and violence is only the tip of the iceberg. These are sad times indeed and I agree we are at a tragic new beginning.

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    • joliesattic 8:32 pm on July 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I disagree with Alli, the quote is also biased. Biased based on perception and conditioning fueled by hatred and excuses. White people are not the problem, black people are not the problem as a race. Yes, there are stories out there that paint blacks as lazy, immoral and violent and many of these are based on personal experience, but it’s also based on black conditioning. Many blacks assume this is their lot in life and when change is offered, find it hard to get it the battle and are defeated before they begin which is evident by the fact that there is more money and programs out there to help blacks than there are programs to help poor whites or Latino’s and yet many don’t even strive for them. (Trust me, I know. I didn’t come from a rich family, but I couldn’t get grants for tuition unless I played the race card which I wouldn’t do).
      Also, a sad truth is that statistically most black killings are blacks killing blacks not whites killing blacks. There is also the sad truth about cops being jaded toward blacks based on those facts. They have a very difficult job and it’s unfortunate that it is how it is and much of their bias is based on personal experience, I have no answers on how to remedy the situation.
      When I worked Katrina, we got a great many evacuees in our community who were given opportunities and many were mostly white people…(in the south). They opened their doors to blacks since the majority were black, they offered them jobs, set up kitchens with hot meals, gave them clothing. This was happening everywhere in this community. I had just moved to Alabama from California, so it was quite and eye opener. Not what I expected. One family was given a home and asked to stay on. So you can’t say no one cares or try to help. People wanted to help and give them a chance, but as a dear black friend once told me, she has to pray to God everyday to care for whites because of how she was brought up. When this one guy learned that this woman’s Cajun cooking was top notch and that she’d always wanted to start a restaurant, he offered to help. This chip on the shoulder is perpetuated by whites and blacks alike through social media and media biases.
      Everyone wants to blame white, “privileged” folk for poor blacks being underprivileged, assuming that all whites are privileged, and therein lies the problem. What I saw was such an outpouring of love, you couldn’t have imagined it. Unfortunately for most, when Welfare stepped in later, many went right back on it; like an addict. Conditioning. The thing is blacks could be inspired, look at all the success stories, like Oprah and other successful blacks.
      People need to quit pointing fingers and determine to make changes in themselves and perhaps change will be possible. People, white, black, rainbow or chartreuse, need to take some responsibility for their own actions, for what comes out of their mouthes and quit blaming others! And, yes, GUNS are NOT the problem!!!
      We all have our own set of sunglasses, but we need to accept that. It is what it is. If we think we’re smart, stupid, fat, ugly or whatever then that is the persona we will convey. We all need to stop imputing wrong motives and making assumptions based on our own preconceived notions or beliefs whether black, white, or rainbow.
      Said it like I meant it.


    • joliesattic 8:37 pm on July 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Sorry for the typos and grammatical errors.


    • insideoutconversationsblog 8:56 am on July 14, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I definitely agree and disagree. I think we put too much stock in the human race and our intelligence. We are absurd and imperfect beings with very little separating us from the primal instincts of a “non-intelligent” animal. As much as I wish the world could be a better place, it doesn’t surprise me much that we’ve created such a chaotic world.


  • Kurt Brindley 8:52 pm on March 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    PARIS | A Relating to Humans Women’s Issues Feature 

    by elizabeth stokkebye

    Seventeen and in Paris on my own.

    It was my first encounter with the city of love and I was fortunate to stay with an aunt and uncle, who both being workaholics, left me with oceans of time to explore. I hurried out the door to experience the vast world of Paris with its majestic architecture, its towering cathedrals, its world-renowned art collections, its peaceful parks, and its crowds of people.

    The air was spring like, mild and sunny, although I was spending my Christmas holiday away from my home in Denmark. Traveling by myself in a foreign world filled me with a sensation of pure freedom. I remember how my breathing felt different: effortless and silent but steady and consistent. It was breathing devoid of depression and anxiety. I breathed without past or future and let the air be present.

    Walking along grand boulevards beneath a blue sky sporting white clouds I felt my loving heart circulate blood through my veins.

    On my way past one of the many cafés lining the wide sidewalk, my sway caught the attention of a street performer playing his violin. As I danced by him he let go of his instrument and started to sing Ne me quitte pas. I stopped, turned around, and listened to his chanson. Was he performing especially for me?

    My youthful disposition was romantic and I was attracted to him. At the same time, I could hear my mother’s voice: “I’m so proud to have brought up a good girl!” I didn’t move. When he was done with the song, he waved me over. I blushed but followed his hand. He grabbed mine and kissed it. I felt the touch of his soft lips. My skin everywhere reacted by turning prickly and my breathing intensified.

    “Ma Cherie,” he whispered.

    All of a sudden my body felt heavy and I pulled away. Caught between wanting to leave and wanting to stay, I sat down on a bistro chair.

    “Please, I need a minute,” I uttered.

    “Bien sûr!” he smiled.

    He put his violin to his neck once again and with closed eyes, he played the sweetest melody riding through the air and penetrating the toughest disposition.

    Paralyzed, I tried to think. Should I leave or should I stay? My sense of freedom had slowly vanished which made the decision so much harder. The guy was cute, romantic and talented.

    A waiter came over and I asked for a café au lait. As more people gathered around to listen to the soft music, I started to relax. He didn’t sing again which made me feel special.

    Immersed in the music, I let go of time. Slowly, the morning faded, noon hour came around, and with his violin case full of money, he sang out:

    “La dernière chanson!”

    From his slender body came Que je t’aime and I didn’t know where to look. My gaze fell on a young woman advancing hurriedly towards us and embodying a sense of pure joy. She stepped right up to my singer and kissed him on the mouth.





    • Michelle Adam 11:42 pm on March 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I love this writing. How special. I love it all, but especially the part of being devoid of anxiety, no present, no future…and then the violin and the love and the confusion. Thank you for sharing.

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      • elizabeth stokkebye 4:35 pm on March 24, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you Michelle! Love to share my writing and receiving feedback. I can tell you ‘lived’ the story – so special.

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    • M. L. Kappa 12:57 am on March 24, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      And discovering French men… Nice story


      • elizabeth stokkebye 4:37 pm on March 24, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Yes. I have a soft heart for the French (men) and their culture – even spoke the language fluently as a child and still understand it very well. Thank you for reading my story:)

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    • shivasiddula 7:43 am on March 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      A beautiful story. There is something to learn for passionate teenager.

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  • Kurt Brindley 10:44 am on January 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    The Ascendant 

    Always the most beautiful, emotive photography from the lovely and loving Megi of HappyNest in America.

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    HappyNest in America


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  • Kurt Brindley 1:37 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    Kicking the Year Off – Write: Poetry 

    Another day has passed
    Another year has passed
    And, woe, others shall pass anon
    Who amongst us needs such a curse
    As that which forever to us will elude
    As that which forever to us will delude
    Yea, instead, choose to seek thine peace
    In that which shan’t ne’er forsake
    For ’tis thy present


    Often, we of the Newsletter Love share our writings and whatnots amongst ourselves; and occasionally some of it makes its way to this here blogspace. Today, to kick the year off in poetic style, and to spread around some of our newsletter love, I share here a selection of the newsletter submissions from Andy Smerdon, Pleasant Street, and Priyanki. I thank them for helping us to send out and in the years in poetic style. You can read all their work in the current edition of the Newsletter Love. Additionally, I invite you to visit their sites, check out their work, and follow along with them.

    I thank you all for hanging out with me here like you do. It means much, very much, to me.

    Have a Happy & Healthy & Humorous New Year, my friends.


    Poetry by Andy Smerdon

    Stop, listen, what’s that sound
    It’s another heart
    Along side yours
    Beating time
    A drum
    You know
    We all know
    It’s ours to share
    Not just with our kin
    Not controlled by the skin
    We believe we have that right
    To pick and choose who gets our light
    Yet demand this gift of all we see
    When love is something, to be shared and free.


    Poetry by Pleasant Street (formerly Rose Red)

    Snow angel

    In the dog days of Winter dreaming of green
    I get weary shoveling, and
    struggling to remain upright
    scraping those windows yet one more time
    coffee spilling into the snow
    leaving an ugly brown stain
    a fog rising above the crater-
    Shit, I really needed that.
    I turn my head toward the apple tree
    but it does not answer

    I remember how July damn near killed me
    melting into my clothing
    certain that they would find them
    in a pile, my body nearly gone
    just a grimace where my head used to be.
    I think of this memory heading into the wind
    and I know that I’ve never felt
    so alive in the dead of winter
    never felt so sure that I no longer
    want to toss it all in

    I want this feeling of life
    dichotomy of sunlight and frigid air
    both bathing
    both massaging
    both surrounding me
    with their life-giving forces
    hot and cold-dark and light
    and I drop the ice scraper
    for one moment of pleasure
    like some idiot thinking she is 8 years old

    -forgetting the sadness in the house-
    to make a snow angel
    squinting from the sunshine in my eyes


    Poetry by Priyanki

    Keep flipping the pages

    Lost in the books only to be found
    The best place to be profound
    Unfolding, unwinding so many mysteries.
    There is so much to seek
    so much to explore
    All I feel is to be engrossed in more.
    Sometimes I’m short of time
    Finishing daily chores of my life’s book
    That is also prime to me
    As it gives me a sense of my being.
    As I move & flip each page
    It gives me a feeling of success,
    Success of moving on
    For not sitting on a page for too long
    But I’m also a human being, at times get stuck in life’s routine.
    Wherein I just sit & ponder, about all the life’s wonder
    All that I got so far.
    Did I ask for, or was it an unexpected rain shower…
    Then I think , oh! I should have been prepared,
    Carrying an umbrella would have taken care.
    It would have saved me from all the mess
    Oh! look at me? I’m drench all wet,
    What shall I do now? Sit & cry
    Or dance in the rain & enjoy
    Jump in those puddles & let it all go
    Or standstill & heighten my sores.
    Oh! Let me ask my soul before I go
    What does it wish,
    What does it say…
    Shh!, Let me hear to that voice, it’s coming from deep inside
    You know I need to focus more, the outside noises are making me deaf
    Then my brain gets lazy, stops working hard to listen to what lies deep within…
    & tries to find that easy way,
    Of sitting on that page of life’s book & not taking the pain to flip or move
    & see what’s coming next,
    May be a rainbow or the warmth of sun
    But for that it needs to make that turn.
    What did you say?
    It happens with you too! Oh really!
    Is that true?
    Don’t you worry
    U & I will this time
    Silence those noises, disturbing our mind.
    All those noises that cause chaos.
    & make the turn, that sounds so hard
    take the turn of flipping that page
    Those pages of our life’s book
    Which needs to be closed,
    For better outlook
    To see what life is holding next
    A new beginning is waiting ahead
    No matter if the page is interesting, still you need to keep moving,
    keep exploring to learn more & you may find that pot of gold
    Crossing the life’s rainbow
    I don’t want to say at the end.
    Life surprises me every now & then
    And if the page was mundane then all the more you need to change.
    Life’s book is a mix of all
    You name the genre
    It has it all.
    Each of yours life is gifted with it
    Fiction, comedy, mystery or thrill
    Suspense or action we all go through.
    We all are readers of life’s book…
    Good or bad, slow or fast
    Read it in your stride…
    But just remember one little thing,
    Keep turning & keep flipping
    To keep finding new meanings,
    Waiting for you on the next page.
    Yes! You can
    Now that you think
    All you need to
    Is keep reading!


    • Leland Olson Hoel 2:43 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The position of our planet in this universe gives many four seasons,
      we are so blessed, they correlate with our four seasons of life.
      If we are very lucky we can weave them altogether back and forth,
      each day, each night, sustaining us till it all comes out just right.

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      • Kurt Brindley 2:58 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Beautiful, Leland. Thank you for sharing it, my friend. Here’s to 2016 and it coming out just right for the both of us…


    • jade0207 2:58 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      These are some amazing poets. Thank you introducing them to me!

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    • Priyanki 3:49 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for this opportunity Kurt. It’s such a pleasure to be a part of your blog. Happy to see my poetry here. Wishing you good health & happiness always.

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      • Kurt Brindley 11:37 am on January 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Priyanki. The pleasure is all mine. Your well wishes are greatly appreciated and I wish for you and yours more of the same.

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    • Priyanki 3:54 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Can you please correct the URL from “jollyprivi” to “jollyprivy”. Thanks 😊

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    • Pleasant Street 9:01 pm on January 1, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Happy New Year Kurt! Thank you for this opportunity to share with these talented writers. It truly is a blessing to me.

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      • Kurt Brindley 11:39 am on January 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Pleasant Street. The pleasure and blessings are all mine. And thanks so much for reading “Leave” and writing a review. That means a lot to me. Have a great year.

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    • andysmerdon 2:01 am on January 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Cheers Kurt – I feel honoured. I hope your 2016 is grand :) ps I’m still loving your latest – Short Verses and Other Curses.

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      • Kurt Brindley 11:41 am on January 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Cheers back at ya, mate. The honor and pleasure of sharing your work is all mine. Thanks for taking the time to read the new book. I appreciate it much, my friend.

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  • Kurt Brindley 4:47 pm on December 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Haiku, Senryū, and the Subtleties In Their Similarities and Differences 

    If I had a bit more courage and a lot more scholarship, I would have discussed the similarities and differences between a haiku poem and a senryū poem in the introduction of my newly released book of poetry Short Verses & Other Curses: Haiku, Senryū, Tanka & Other Poetic, Artistic, & Photographic Miscellany. However, seeing that I am woefully deficient in both, I will have to enlist someone adequately courageous and scholarly to discuss these subtleties for me.

    What little I do think I know about these two popular Japanese poetical forms is that both are diminutive in structure yet powerful in purpose and meaning, with haiku typically involving nature settings and the zen-like moments often evoked by them and senryū typically involving the vagaries – and vulgarities – of the lives that we lead, often by employing humor and sarcasm. But then, what do I really know about it…

    I have no answers
    I know just that grass will grow
    and that leaves will fall

    For those of you who appreciate a little more scholarship and authority, here is what Richard Hass, former U.S. Poet Laureate, has to say about haiku in his beautifully edited and translated book The Essential Haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson, & Issa (Essential Poets). (I find no direct mention of senryū in the book; though it seems to me much of his discussion of haiku can also be applied to senryū as well.)

    Robert Hass:

    The insistence on time and place was crucial for writers of haiku. The seasonal reference was called kigo and a haiku was thought to be incomplete without it.

    If the first level of a haiku is its location in nature, its second is almost always some implicit Buddhist reflection on nature.

    When the hokku [what haiku were originally called] became detached from linked verse, it also cast off the room the tanka provided for drawing a moral (thought not all tanka do moralize, of course) and what was left was the irreducible mysteriousness of the images themselves.

    There is so much to consider about these two subtle yet so often at the same time plain-spoken Japanese poetic forms. Considerations such as:

    • Zen and its influence
    • the influence of China and its poetry
    • various poetic techniques found in much of traditional Japanese poetry, to include haiku and senryū, such as kake-kotoba (pivot words) and kireji (cutting words)
    • the 5/7/5 structure and its relevance to the Western haiku poet

    Hass’ book covers much of the list; however, instead of continuing to discuss about these poetic forms, let’s just experience some of the best of their kind and enjoy them as they are.



    Awake at night–
    the sound of the water jar
    cracking in the cold

    A petal shower
    of mountain roses,
    and the sound of the rapids

    How admirable!
    to see lightning and not think
    life is fleeting

    Spring rain
    leaking through the roof,
    dripping from a wasps’ nest

    Taking a nap,
    feet planted
    against a cool wall

    Winter solitude —
    in a world of one color
    the sound of wind


    Coolness —
    the sound of the bell
    as it leaves the bell

    He’s on the porch,
    to escape wife and kids —
    how hot it is!

    Cover my head
    or my feet?
    the winter quilt

    Flowers offered to the Buddha
    come floating
    down the winter river


    Don’t worry, spiders,
    I keep house

    The man pulling radishes
    pointed my way
    with a radish

    A dry riverbed
    by lightning

    All the time I pray to Buddha
    I keep on
    Killing mosquitos

    Visiting graves,
    the old dog
    leads the way

    No talent
    and so no sin,
    a winter day

    From the website HUBPAGES

    A horse farts
    four or five suffer
    on the ferry-boat

    the matchmaker
    speaks the sober truth
    only when drunk

    Zen priest
    meditation finished
    looking for fleas

    The face of her husband
    looking for a job —
    she is tired of it

    Richard Wright

    The watching faces
    as I walk the autumn road,
    make me a traveler

    An empty sickbed
    an indented pillow
    in weak winter sun

    A falling petal
    strikes one floating on the pond
    and they both sink


    Submit your poetry to help us send out 2015 and bring in 2016 with style


    • tunisiajolyn84 9:42 pm on December 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for the lesson and the lovely examples. I learned something new today that I may use in my poetic arsenal in the future. Thanks again!

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    • janjoy52 8:17 am on December 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Fun offering! Merry Christmas Kurt and Happy New Year!

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    • Mellow Curmudgeon 7:32 pm on December 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I heartily agree with Hass’ and your assessment of the haiku ending this post as “some of the best of their kind” and was especially moved by the final 2 from Richard Wright.

      Typo: strikes on floating ==> strikes one floating

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    • Mellow Curmudgeon 7:46 pm on December 25, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for the link to the fascinating page about Richard Wright. The same website has an informative page about the traditional distinction between haiku and senryu, with a welcome remark that the distinction is not so important nowadays:
      Today many poets and editors do not distinguish between haiku and senryu, and there certainly is a gradual continuum between the haiku about nature and the senryu with more focus on humanity.

      The link is http://hubpages.com/literature/Senryu-Definition-and-Origins

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      • Kurt Brindley 12:30 pm on December 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        While I’m no expert I would expect that the growing lack of distinction between the two is more a Western thing than an Asian, particularly Japan, thing.

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    • Gradmama2011 1:39 pm on December 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      excellent… my knowledge of the subject just tripled. As an old writer, I’m new to poetry…a sudden discovery more or less… the examples of haiku and senryu is very informative. The petals on the pond have a sweet melancholy. :-) And the praying to the Buddha while killing mosquitos–so incongruent.

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      • Kurt Brindley 2:20 pm on December 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        This makes me happy, Gradmama2011. Thank you for taking the time to leave me such kind feedback.


        • Gradmama2011 8:44 am on December 27, 2015 Permalink | Reply

          I’m glad to enjoyed my feedback, Kurt. :-)

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        • Gradmama2011 8:49 am on December 27, 2015 Permalink | Reply

          I downloaded your book on my Kindle..enjoy your poems, and will read more of it to be sure! Thanks for making it available, it made a nice Christmas present. :-)

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          • Kurt Brindley 12:39 pm on December 27, 2015 Permalink | Reply

            Perfect. :)


            • Gradmama2011 9:27 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              I like your haiku/senryu work… it actually makes sense. Just kidding…sense is good. :-)

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            • Kurt Brindley 10:02 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              I’m both happy you like the writing and that it makes sense to you as well. Not always an easy-to-come-by combination in writing. :) I’d appreciate you writing an Amazon review if you find the chance. Many thanks for taking the time to read and for leaving the kind feedback, Gradmama2011.


            • Gradmama2011 10:14 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              thanks…I’ll see about the review soon. As for making sense… I admit that haiku often escapes me, I like poetry with a point that I get (:-) and much of it escapes me.

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            • Kurt Brindley 10:26 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              Point/message is important to me, too; though, when it comes to poetry, it may not be as important to me as feeling.


            • Gradmama2011 10:30 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              I agree! I just like to have a clue…:-) I get subtle meanings, but sometimes it seems the words themselves drive the poem rather than create that feeling ya get after reading a poem–as the meaning and/or feeling sinks in.

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            • Kurt Brindley 10:32 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              Yes. Well said…


            • Gradmama2011 10:41 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              thanks. I prefer writing longer pieces. I’m only recently into poetry, it is very satisfying and rewarding to me.

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            • Kurt Brindley 11:37 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              Therapeutic in its doing…


            • Gradmama2011 12:21 pm on December 28, 2015 Permalink

              yes, keeps the mind on track

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            • Kurt Brindley 1:11 pm on December 28, 2015 Permalink



    • slugline 12:02 am on January 3, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I remember being in my college classes being ordered to write a haiku on the first day of class and not knowing anything about the craft. I wish I had this blog post on my first day! Wonderful work and examples.

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  • Kurt Brindley 3:27 pm on December 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    It’s not the dreams that die… 

    Dreams don't die

    just the dreamers



  • Kurt Brindley 11:07 am on December 13, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Backyard Bliss no.3 




  • Kurt Brindley 1:39 pm on December 10, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Life Is 


    it’s funny, life is
    we are so busy living
    we forget to live


    Let’s Send The Year Out In Poetic Style
    See Newsletter Love (007-15) for details
    Must be a subscriber to participate


  • Kurt Brindley 2:15 pm on December 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Restrictive We 


    restricted we are
    not by laws or by limits
    but by self alone


  • Kurt Brindley 3:43 pm on December 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    I Killed Scott Weiland? 

    Scott Weiland

    I killed him?
    You killed him?
    We all killed him?
    It’s what we do?
    It’s what we think?
    It’s our expectations?
    It’s what you expect of me?
    It’s what I expect of you?
    Your expectations are killing me?
    My expectations are killing you?

    (More …)

    • gayguidecambodia 7:12 pm on December 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Gay Guide To Asia & Cambodia and commented:
      “Of course
      In the end
      No one survives life.
      It supersedes us all.

      No matter what we think.”

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    • Aimer Boyz 11:59 am on December 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Too true, drugs or not, exercise or not, vegetarian or not, not matter what…in the end, death wins. There are only two responses to this truth; Enjoy life while you can or Quit because what’s the point, you already know the end of the story. Isn’t the whole thing rather like dancing in a burning building? Can we ever build enough happiness to compensate for death?

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    • restoredpeople 10:41 am on December 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Toby Todd Fine – 3/2006 Heroin

      Always hits close to home every time, my brother’s addiction took his life in 2006.


    • Jodine 1:47 pm on December 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      This is a great piece if writing. I too loved Scott Weiland and STP’s. I was born in 68, but I came if age in the 90’s. I loved the music of do many of these bands. Another band I love is Audioslave (Chris Cornell), Soundgarden and Rage Against the Machine. Jx

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      • Kurt Brindley 5:15 pm on December 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Cornell has one of the best voices in the business and Rage can rock the house, for sure. Thanks for reading and for leaving the kind comment, Jodine.

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  • Kurt Brindley 1:36 pm on December 2, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    From “Ask and ye shall receive…” 

    Be and ye shall be…




  • Kurt Brindley 1:38 pm on November 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    What Must Be Must Be? 


    beyond the creek’s bend
    sight unseen still it must flow
    but how do we know


    • janjoy52 3:27 pm on November 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      And yet, forthwith, we must advance for the path to the past is forever closed. So be prepared as best you can. With light and sword and helpful hands. To go alone and yet beware for pain and tragedies must be shared.

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    • Aimer Boyz 11:27 pm on November 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      You’ve captured wanderlust :)

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    • Mary Job 6:03 pm on November 13, 2015 Permalink | Reply


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    • laurietopin 11:00 pm on November 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      This mustn’t be
      Unless it must
      In that I place
      All of my trust

      Would love to get your guidance. I do not know how frequently you actually read my blog, but I am planning to come forward soon as a survivor of mental illness, with an autobiography. Any advice you can give would be so appreciated.

      FYI my blog is now under the website laurietopin.com. Looking forward to seeing you there!

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      • Kurt Brindley 12:30 pm on November 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Hello, laurietopin. Thank you for reaching out to me but I’m not sure what advice I can give you except be true… and interesting. Congratulations on your strength and determination and good luck with your book.

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        • laurietopin 2:23 pm on November 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

          That in itself is excellent advice. Thank you!


  • Kurt Brindley 7:49 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    HOW NOT TO DIE: In 13 Easy Steps 

    On this day five years ago, I received the news that a recent lung biopsy showed that my lungs were inflicted with a severe form of graft versus host disease (GVHD) called bronchiolitis obliterans syndrome (BOS). BOS, I came to find out, was a known but uncommon side-effect resulting from a bone marrow transplant (for leukemia) that I had had earlier in the year. And by severe I was told it meant the BOS was incurable, non-reversible, and, in most cases, aggressively fatal. I was also told — because I had asked and insisted on an answer — that, according to a National Institutes of Health (NIH) study of the time, BOS had only a 13%, five-year survival rate. In other words, there was an 87% chance that within five years I would be dead.

    Well, it’s been five years and here I am – a newly minted Thirteen Percenter.

    Can a brother get a “Hell yeah?”

    Hell yeah!

    Anyway… at my most recent appointment with my oncologist, in addition to his standard declaration whenever he sees me of, “So, I see you’re still alive,” he also declared that my present condition may just be a miracle of sorts because it appears that my incurable BOS may have actually been cured… somehow.

    I don’t think I would be overstating if I said that, because of all my goings on these past five years – goings on such as leukemia, GVHD (and not just of the lungs, but also of the eyes, liver, and intestines), prednisone side-effects, cytomegalovirus (CMV), and heart failure to name a few – I think I’ve learned a thing or two about life in general and living it in particular.

    Now, if you search around this site, I’m pretty sure you will find that much of my writing, mostly encapsulated in my haiku, reflects a lot of the insights and learning I’ve garnered from these goings on. However, just because I like you all so much and don’t want you to have try to sift through this site for days on end in an effort to discover these insights and learning, and because short, pithy lists are all the rage these days, I will identify for you the top thirteen things I learned about how to not only not die, but mostly about how to best live your life filled with happiness and meaning, regardless whether death is looking you directly in the face or not.


    Okay, so here we go…

    (More …)

    • wwwpalfitness 7:56 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      My mother had Leukemia with the highest mortality rate within a year. She went through it all, then was told to do a bone marrow transplant. Being she was clear she was advised to transplant her own bone marrow months before she had it taken out before the transplant to keep any bad reactions. So I know what you went through. She managed to live 15 years and is the third highest on the list of survivors with the deadliest Leukemia. It really was scary but she squandered the gift she was given, sadly.

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    • devenbhagwandin 8:02 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Amazing piece. Amazing read. I hope you don’t mind, I shared this on my FB. Everyone should read this.

      Liked by 2 people

    • KIA 8:03 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Inspiring and hopeful. Cancer deserves the beat down

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    • Joy Pixley 8:05 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Happy to give you a big HELL, YEAH! And wow, what a great list of things to remember to do — as you say, it may not help us live longer, but any one of those is likely to make you live better in whatever time you have left. Congrats on still being alive and kicking death’s ass.

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      • Kurt Brindley 8:15 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks so much, Joy. Your hell yeah is awesome and greatly appreciated. :)

        Liked by 1 person

        • Joy Pixley 8:44 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

          I actually had the opposite experience with the odds with my (much less serious) thyroid cancer diagnosis. Through asking a lot of questions and reading all the published medical studies on my treatment options and then conducting a statistical meta-analysis of them (because that’s how I roll), I determined that I had about an 88% chance of doing fine if I chose a less aggressive treatment that would allow me better life quality (i.e., keep the other half of my thyroid and not depend on pills the rest of my life). My doctors recommended the most aggressive treatment possible, because that’s the only speed they understand, but they went along with my decision. Well, turns out I was in the 12% failure category and not the 88% success category. Someone has to be, and this time it was me. So two years later I was back getting the more aggressive treatment. My endocrinologist said this proved that I was “wrong,” but that just shows that he doesn’t understand statistics or predictions. Anyway, I’m fine now, total remission, down to checks only every two years. Can’t complain about that!

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          • Kurt Brindley 9:32 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

            Hell yeah! Def cannot complain about that… or in the way you roll. Very inspiring. Thank you for sharing that, Joy.

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    • Carol Dunnigan 8:23 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hell yeah! And now I don’t feel so bad about my lung biopsy last year. I heard that people have died from what I had/have, but I’m one of the lucky ones. So glad you’re still here with us!

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    • persoinpoesia2015 8:27 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      HELL YEAH!! to the infinity

      Liked by 2 people

    • KIA 8:32 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on The Recovering Know It All and commented:
      This is an Amazing Story of Living in the Face of Death. Aren’t we all? But this brother is daily Snatching Victory from the Jaws of ‘certain’ Defeat. Life is precious and sweet. Life to the fullest every moment you have. -KIA

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    • k~ 8:40 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      The inspirational voices that are heard from those people, like you, that look death in the eye and tell it to take a hike (okay sometimes the verbs are a bit stronger) deserve attention. Your attitude, and consistent strength is worth so much to people who hear the results and accept that they will never be the “thirteen percent” that you have claimed as yours. Kudos to you for your ability to love, laugh, and live in the face of choices between faith and giving in.

      I saw that you did not mind another sharing your post on FB, so I have done the same. This is inspirational to me, and I imagine it will be to many more.

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    • Kim Hurst 8:58 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Here’s my HELL YEAH! I feel blessed to have read this will be passing it on!

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      • Kurt Brindley 9:41 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Hell yeah! indeed. It goes without saying, sister, that your love and prayers are integral to me being here right now. :)


    • pezoldo 9:08 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      My mother just got the news that she’ll likely make the 8% 5-year-survival rate for her particular brand of cancer… good to know that there are others out there beating the odds right alongside her! Great to hear the news :)

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    • juniperpine 9:13 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hello, Yeah!!! Thank you for the 13, plus one, steps.

      Liked by 2 people

    • Satin Sheet Diva 9:20 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      AMEN. And may I say, Im thankful that you are around to post such insight. This was a message I needed to read.

      Liked by 2 people

    • Julie Senita 9:30 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      So glad to hear your inspiring story Kurt and words of wisdom that we can all live by. Blessings my friend for sharing it with others and giving hope. Take care and be well!

      Liked by 2 people

    • writingblissfully 9:42 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Congratulations! And oh hell yeah! :-) Truly inspiring!

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    • seanpatrickwhiteley 9:55 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Simply amazing. There is nothing else to say. Good on ya, man!

      Liked by 2 people

    • niaaeryn 9:59 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Congratulations! That is excellent news and inspirational advice. :)

      Liked by 2 people

    • tpesce2015 10:49 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hard won wisdom. Generously shared. Thank you, warrior!

      Liked by 1 person

    • Allen 10:54 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Awesome piece — this is very inspiring! I’m definitely making a point to express gratitude and to appreciate everything that life has to offer.

      And yes, at the very least, you definitely deserve a “Hell, yeah!” :-)

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      • Kurt Brindley 10:02 am on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Hell yeah… thank you very much, Allen. I really appreciate you taking the time leave me such a kind, encouraging comment. :)

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    • Lilka Raphael 11:44 pm on November 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      What a testimony! Great post that certainly puts things in their proper perspective.
      Thanks for sharing your story. B Blessed!!!

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    • Karina Pinella 12:10 am on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Keep on kicking!

      Liked by 1 person

    • Annie 7:06 am on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hell yeah! Thanks for sharing this, and for the reminder.

      Liked by 1 person

    • hilsart 7:11 am on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you so much for that Kurt. And may you have a brilliant day – and week – and month – and years ahead of you.

      Liked by 1 person

    • Mike Fuller Author 8:00 am on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      14. The Powerball numbers will be…

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    • Suburban Leaves 8:23 am on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      A great read, thank you Kurt. This was for me a little nudge to reposition my perspective. Take care.

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    • Mike Hartley 10:50 am on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hell Yeah Kurt. Continue loving each day and each person in your life. I’ll look at your list to remind me along the way and try to add to it. Love your positive message but also really like the picture. Here’s to many more days and finding the best in each.

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    • Robyn 12:06 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Kurt, it’s all about you, you, you, isn’t it.
      But, dude, seriously…you rock. x

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    • Aimer Boyz 12:34 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Smart advice on how to live life whether we’re ill or not. Stay healthy :)

      Liked by 1 person

    • wscottling 1:04 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’ll give you a hell yeah. and a step 14. Gather the Dragon Balls. ^_^

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      • Kurt Brindley 9:55 am on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Haha… Thank you, my friend. I better ask my sons how to best gather those suckers. :)


    • Leland Olson Hoel 1:11 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      “Hell yeah!” and “Hell yeah”
      Amen and Amen also! God is GOOD all the time.

      I like the picture of the invincible Kurt in the baseball cap better. You put a lot of thought into your How Not T o Die In 13 Easy Steps. It should be a must read for everyone. I have been a spinal cord injury survivor for 54 years because I don’t play by the doctors rule book. I have pretty much done what I felt like doing, and control pain without drugs so far. If a person is busy they forget about the pain, and stay half way in shape, that sounds kind of flip but has worked well for me.

      Stephanie Butland said, “Bah To Cancer.” I like your reply better, more meaningful and straightforward.

      Best wishes, My hope is, we will both be blogging till the cows come home.

      The National Institutes of Health (NIH) told me in 1985, I have a rare spinal cord disorder, Syringomyelia, caused by my spinal fracture in 1964. Still keep on keepin on tho???????????????

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    • k rawson 1:42 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Truly marvelous post, Kurt. Thanks for putting this out there.

      Liked by 1 person

    • amariesilver 2:14 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Beautifully said! So glad you’re still with us!

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    • maggie0019 2:44 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      wonderful. simply, wonderful. Woof!

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    • Clara Erving 3:22 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      hell yeah! Congratulations and here’s to five plus more years of life and love with your wife and family!!

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    • avwalters 4:09 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Good rules for living….regardless of the circumstances. Hang in there.

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    • raphaela99 4:12 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Great news! I adore your list too!

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    • Alli Farkas 11:03 pm on November 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      My personal philosophy on dying, courtesy of Alan Alda: I know I’m going to die, but not in my lifetime.

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    • Elusive Trope 1:22 am on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hell yeah!

      Liked by 1 person

    • Lori 8:21 am on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      You’re an inspiration and I’m so happy to have you as a friend! Keep that finger high!

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kurt Brindley 9:45 am on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Haha… Yes, the finger will remain high and pointed. My circle of real friends outside the virtual world of the internet is small… so glad you are within it. :)


    • EKS 11:40 am on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I am glad you are still here to tell your story… and… well we are too old to die young.

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    • The Vintage Vixen 4:50 pm on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hell YEAH!!! Keep kicking death’s ass!!! Prayers and blessings to you, Sir!!!

      Liked by 1 person

    • jacquelineobyikocha 10:53 pm on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Quite informative. Thank you.

      Liked by 1 person

    • Tony Martin 2:24 pm on November 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hi Kurt How we doing? I love your posts man i really do. I have nominated you for a LIebster Award, i know you may not qualify cause your like way up there lol, but hey change of the times. I hope you will accept dude.
      Be Amazing XxX

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    • marina kanavaki 6:19 pm on November 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Ah, Kurt, not a ‘Thirteen Percenter’, you are YOU and there’s only one thing I can think of you should keep on doing and that is: being YOU! Thank you for sharing, my friend.

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      • Kurt Brindley 9:34 am on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Haha… thank you, marina. For good or bad, I suppose I shall continue on doing just that to the best of my ability… :)


    • CJ 6:06 pm on November 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on What's wrong with me? and commented:
      Along the lines of my post yesterday, here is a list worth reading!

      Liked by 1 person

    • MjBee 2:58 am on November 10, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on MyShadowWeighsATonne.

      Liked by 1 person

    • dreamingever 7:54 pm on November 10, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on everthedreamerblog and commented:
      Here is a truly inspirational article from a man who has looked Death in the face. God bless you, Kurt. Wishing you the best!

      Liked by 1 person

    • bryanknower 8:05 am on November 11, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for following my blog. I found this post inspiring. Very best wishes to you.

      Liked by 1 person

    • nickiek16 9:26 pm on November 12, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I just want to say Thank You for giving me a ray of hope. I was diagnosed with BOS 2 years ago after a bone marrow transplant and was told the same odds of 5 year survival rate. I also have gvhd of the skin, eyes, and mucous membranes and have had a couple near death experiences due to the BOS. I was just recently turned down for a lung transplant because they said that I was not well enough to receive it as of now. I struggle everyday to do the simplest of things. Just as you were saying, it is a struggle to even put on a pair of socks. After reading this I truly feel that there may still be a chance that I can be a 13%er too!! I was wondering if you would be willing to share with me some of the treatments that you tried? I am currently on predinsone, many antibiotics, an inhaler and getting ready to get back on cellcept. Again, thank you for your inspiring words!

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      • Kurt Brindley 6:25 pm on November 13, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Hello, nickiek16. So sorry to hear about your condition. I was on prednisone for the first year but knew right from the start that I had to get off it as soon as I could. I began taking montelukast (singulair) along with azythromicin and Bactrim for the lungs and about six months after starting that regiment I was able to be weaned off the prednisone. I did go through ECP treatments two times a week for nearly two years but I stopped doing that almost two years ago now. I continue to take the S, A, & B along with gleevac (to prevent the leukemia from returning) and Valtrex (for shingles prevention). I written a lot about my health if you’re interested in searching this site but if you want any further info, please feel free to email me through the contact page. Best of luck to you, friend. Stay positive and try to exercise the best you can and as often as you can. ~ Kurt


    • egbertstarr 11:26 am on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Your words here are so important for those who have not had to endure or suffer grave illnesses themselves, bestowing upon us wisdom that can only awaken the soul and mind. Thank you. It’s a good wake up, like being splashed with fresh water.

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    • f2fwiththesky 5:39 pm on November 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      This has to be my favorite blog article I have found on WordPress so far!!!! Thank you for sharing your hard-won wisdom. It means a lot to read it. Facing death, and reflecting on life not with romanticism, but with honesty and hope…that takes courage. Honesty is so important; it is easy to romanticize life and healing. “Embracing Modernity” is a form of being honest about healing–some “hippie stuff” works, and it’s on point much of the time, but there have been times in my life when my world has been crashing down and I just needed some modern medicine already. Balance. Thank you!

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      • Kurt Brindley 12:32 pm on November 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you very much for taking the time to leave me such a kind, encouraging comment, f2fwiththesky. It’s truly appreciated.

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    • egbertstarr 1:04 pm on November 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Part of the point of it all is to share our experiences and suffering with others so that they may avoid unnecessary pain and suffering—if possible— themselves. That, to me, is the essence of what sharing is. So, thank you for your generosity.

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    • Pamela Spiro Wagner 7:33 pm on November 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Hi Kurt,

      I just wanted to tell you that having just gotten out of the state hospital yesterday i found that you had followed my blog a month ago, while i was hospitalized. This incredible post of yours is the first of anyone’s i have read since my discharge and it was a needed shot in the arm ( though given the state hospital’s propensity to force medications and use mechanical restraints and locked door seclusion, that may not be the best metaphor under the circumstances). Thank you for your wisdom and having the kindness to follow Wagblog, which must seem seared with bitterness and rage by comparison.

      If i can figure out how to reblog this, i will do so immediately on Wagblog, as my first effort at positive thinking. I cannot thank you enough.

      MTFFGBWYA – or May The Forces For Good Be With You Always. (My subsitute for God Bless you.)

      Pamela Spiro Wagner

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      • Kurt Brindley 2:20 pm on November 29, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Hi Pamela. Thanks so much for sharing this and for emphasizing more clearly how relative life is. Your strength and determination is evident and exemplary. I too have many bitter-written posts littered throughout this blog; though now I am able to regard them less as bitter and more as therapeutic. I really appreciate your kind, encouraging comments. Thank you – Stay well and stay strong.

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    • Pamela Spiro Wagner 7:36 pm on November 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on WAGblog: Dum Spiro Spero and commented:
      This is an incredibly uplifting and inspiring post by Kurt Brindley.

      Liked by 2 people

    • nugget59 2:50 pm on December 3, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I like your style! Thank you so much for taking the time to look at my blog. Given that you have “kicked Death’s ass” more than once, I expect your time is precious. I appreciate it very much that you spent some of it on me. :o)

      Liked by 1 person

    • grannyspider 7:50 pm on December 24, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Grandmother Spider and commented:
      Kurt knows how to live. Thank you for your sharing your wisdom.

      Liked by 1 person

    • Forever Alaskan 1:01 pm on December 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      This is an amazing piece which I am going to ‘reblog’ on my site as it is too important and well written not to share! Although I have yet to truly face death I recently was reminded of my own mortality thanks to a fall that seriously fractured my left radius and ulna. Ultimately I required orthopedic surgery and now have a plate and six bone screws as reminders that I’m no longer ’18 and invincible’! The wisdom in this piece is deep and well crafted; a wonderful blend of experience, philosophy and perspective. I so much concur with much of what was expressed and I keep a three CD set of Dr. Wayne Dyer’s “There’s A Spiritual Solution To Every Problem” in my car for long drives. It certainly ‘feels’ as though you have discovered a simple yet immeasurably powerful secret which I only truly came to embrace a few years back: ‘Attitude is Everything!’. I’d often read about this but until I really came to live it I found it to just be some interesting words. Now it forms the foundation of my existence. Thanks so much for creating this masterpiece!!

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      • Kurt Brindley 2:22 pm on December 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        This makes me very happy, Forever Alaskan. I truly appreciate you taking the time to read, comment, and share the piece. I’m humbled by your kind, encouraging words.


    • Forever Alaskan 1:03 pm on December 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Rualli and commented:
      This is a truly memorable piece which contains deep wisdom and amazing perspective. I humbly reblog it because it is so very meaningful and offers a well crafted synopsis of a plan to enhance one’s life that is relatively simple and easy to understand.

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    • Cathy 5:19 pm on December 27, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Firstly I’d like to add to the collection oh Hell Yeah’s and then to say thank you for the list – wise words and good advice that I will try to add to my own list for moving forward in life. Happy and healthy 2016 to you.

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      • Kurt Brindley 10:05 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Awesome. Thanks so much for your “Hell Yeah,” Cathy. It really means a lot to me, as do your kind, encouraging feedback and well wishes. I hope for you the best year ever in 2016.

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        • Forever Alaskan 11:09 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink | Reply

          Your piece is really lighting up my site, Kurt! I’ve shared its existence with a number of folks who do not follow blogs and to a person they were blown away by your perspective, your experience and your wisdom. Just a truly wonderful piece that I suspect will continue to positively impact people’s lives for a long time coming. Thanks again for creating such an inspirational and useful piece!

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          • Kurt Brindley 11:36 am on December 28, 2015 Permalink | Reply

            Hey, thanks for letting me know, FA; and thanks for sharing it – it makes me happy to know you’ve furthered its reach. :)


    • Grandtrines 4:21 am on December 30, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology and commented:
      Wow! That was REALLY good!

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    • Tracy Bezesky 12:38 pm on January 3, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Congratulations for remaining here with longer than anyone thought you could, and for making that gift worthwhile! Keep it up!

      Liked by 1 person

    • faithbradytravel 11:51 am on January 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Hell yeah! Your beautiful words of wisdom are my inspiration today. Life is truly a gift every day but it’s incredibly easy to let people or other factors get you down – but not today. Thank you :)

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kurt Brindley 11:55 am on January 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        And your kind, encouraging words have inspired me deeply, faithbradytravel. Thanks so much for taking the time to share them with me.

        Liked by 1 person

    • Arlene Powers 5:26 pm on January 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Hell yeah! I am totally with you. After a stage 4 colon cancer diagnosis last September, I am taking on the WAR with cancer, and I am going to kick butt! Glad there are others out there who picked cancer’s butt!!!! Love the book, will be following your journey too!

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      • Kurt Brindley 6:43 pm on January 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Hell yeah! right back at ya, Arlene. Thanks so much for sharing your kind, inspiring comment and keep us posted as you continue kicking cancer’s butt. Awesomeness. :)

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        • Arlene Powers 6:55 pm on January 10, 2016 Permalink | Reply

          Oops, kicked cancer’s butt. Just another day in my Lucy Riccardo life! So I am starting a new art project today, have been doing smaller projects that I can finish in a few days…first the pastel bird drawings, then the dreamcatchers, now I am starting to draw small drawings for Christmas cards next year, so everyone on my list will get an original instead of a print. Stay tuned, will post on blog.


    • ellen3625 11:14 am on January 26, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I’ll give you a “Hell Yeah”. My husband also had a sever form of cancer that was not supposed to go away and it has been 6 years without cancer. We attribute the animals and plants for healing him and have spent those years using our gifts and talent to help homeless dogs. Thanks for following The Journey of Phillip, the Forgotten, to Phillip the Fabulous, on wackedoutonweeds.com. Be Well, Ellen

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    • shivasiddula 7:27 am on February 26, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Great insight and wonderful expressions Kurt Brindley. A good reference for people to follow when sick or depressed. A doctor is just a trained person and a knowledgeable doctor knows his/her limitations. Nature is great. As you said we are all connected in this Universe. Positive vibes always result in better life and happiness. When we do not know facts behind some occurrence it is miracle. Unraveled mystery is science. I experienced the benefit of prayers. When my ability to help my clients is limited I always ask them to pray. Some feel it funny. But that is my last resort for a better life.

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      • Kurt Brindley 12:55 pm on March 7, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you for your kind words, shivasiddula. Prayer and meditation, for me, are both a first and a last resort when it comes to healing…and most other things, too. :)

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        • shivasiddula 10:58 am on March 9, 2017 Permalink | Reply

          I am a medical professional. First I do my best then pray for Almighty’s help. I do meditate regularly that calms and keeps me peaceful.


  • Kurt Brindley 2:17 pm on October 30, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , life, , , , , , , , , ,   



    blossoms and decay
    from rose to a tangled rot
    such is this, our lot



  • Kurt Brindley 3:03 pm on October 23, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: choices, dichotomies, , , , life, , , , , , ,   

    Fenc’d no. 9 

    Fenc'd no.9

    life’s dichotomies
    the blacks or whites, ins or outs
    the falsehoods or truths


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