July 8, 2009

These are the writings of John Edgar Mihelic.

Some may know him by other names.
These ring true as all the rest.
If you know his smiling eyes,
and deep heavy laugh, you know
only half the man. You don’t know him
when he is brooding, solitary, and alone.

1 comment:

  1. Imagine that you are dead and see your whole life spread out in a spatial panorama, a vast maze of rooms, streets, landscapes, nonsequential but arranged in shifting associative patterns. Your attic apartment in Morgantown opens into a Tampa beachouse, from which you step into a San Diego hotel. Everyone you have ever known is there. This happens in dreams, of course. Now when dealing with an adversary the strategy is to inveigle them into your territory. Instead of crossing the river, bring the people on the other side to your side, where you know the country and can marhsall your allies.

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