Nostalgia as Therapy Can any possible good come out of the past five years of American Politics? As I meditate about this question, I’m hearing the melody and words of Passenger’s hauntingly beautiful little song of recent years, “Let Her Go.” Give it a listen again, and think of “her” as a metaphor for “Liberty,”… Read More Opinion | Nostalgia as Therapy
Constrained ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Constrained as we are, Between the blackness of the womb and the blackness of death, Between the poles of this spinning ball of rock-and-brine, Between space’s vacuum and the crushing press of the ocean depths, Between the infinite and the infinitesimal, Between Now and Later– It seems we should… Read More Poetry | Constrained
Time-Traveler’s Journal ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, VernonMilesKerr.com When you’ve been on the planet for more than three-quarters of a century, past-time seems so compressed. Sometimes, you feel you’ve been dropped into this age from the 1950s, constantly being confronted with, often shocked at, the differences—as if witnessing it all for the first time. A trip… Read More Social Commentary | Time-Traveler’s Journal
Can a Crocus Bloom … © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Can a crocus bloom in desert’s searing sand; Or Altruism spring from our primate-surly band? Could Love, that agape of old, that outward-flowing care For others, arise from merely wishing it so? Or was it a gift, bestowed by the loving hands, Of some gardener,… Read More Poetry | Can a Crocus Bloom …
So , now you’re 50! © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr “Fifty, is the new thirty,” I kept telling myself that Spring in 1992. But, just saying it… “fifty,” made me cringe. I couldn’t block-out the stereotypical image of a doddering white-haired person pushing a walker equipped with tennis balls on its feet. The US… Read More Life | So, now you’re 50!
Fluidics © 2017, 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Ego, Power, Political Influence, Hedonism, Flow inward, To be temporarily absorbed. Empathy, Human Kindness, Creative Energy, A sense of responsibility to humanity, Flow outward and propagate forever.
Certitude ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Certitude is the anodyne of a muddled mind. And, aren’t all our minds a mess without it? As entropy collapses the Universe around our ears Our mystery-averse minds piteously flail Like drowning men ‘round a ruptured ship, Grabbing even hopeless bits of flotsam to stay—just sane. And so it… Read More Poetry | Certitude
