Francis Erich McElroy
Published posts, philosophical humor, deep thoughts.
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Fifteen Hundred Miles from Here
It’s 95 degrees in the shade and I’m zooming through the desert where there is no shade. The side of the road is whipping by but the sun just sits there all high and feverishly hot over here, not moving. It seems to not be moving any place with the perception of my eyes but…
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Wooden Ship – On Fire and Ice
The wooden ship appeared on the crest of a wave and perched there for as long as frozen things can remain frozen at freezing temperatures. Not forever since the cycle of water is a cycle. The ship would not be toppled for another century. I know this because I am the only one who will…
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For the Non-Believers
I’m going to keep it real nice and simple. The reason I write the way I do is because I do not do enough talking. I think through these sentences while writing and change words around to make sense of a portrait inside my brain. Think of my writing as a sweaty window. To most…
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Poetic Apology
Oh whoa is me. I have a blank space here in front of me that needs to be filled by tapping poetry with the house tablet and a universal mind. I’ll have it filled out in no time. The only trouble I see for now is I have to jot other things down that I’m…
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The Need for Cadmium Yellow
Oh cadmium yellow now, call me back to those long distant sun reflected patches of green pasture upon brightened hilltops before mountains become cloud covered again to dull the hillside captured in paint for eternity all dried up before I have the chance to splatter titanium white upon thee in lieu of cadmium yellow for…
