Seeing as how this magazine
Was clearly created
For those of superior intelligence, 
I figured I should be in on the game. 

The pages were heavy and deep, 
Filled with myriad analyzations of multifaceted topics 
I scarcely knew existed. 

What uses to a participatory democracy 
Do these cerebrations employ 
When we are governed by duplicitous morons 
Who will never read these pages 
Or consult the experts whose insights lie within? 

I continued reading until stopped cold by the phrase: 
“The predicament is multipronged. . . .” 

Clearly, this dialogue had pierced the stratosphere 
On its way back home to some alternative universe. 

Several pages ahead an advertisement 
For a “Darwin Panama.” 

    A warm weather hat with Australian styling, 
    Handwoven in Ecuador from toquilla fiber.

O what “On The Origin of Species” hath wrought.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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I was immortal,
Aflame with youth,
Mad with wishing and wanting,
With joy and despair,
Running everywhere,
Lighter than air.

I shared secrets with my dog,
Whispered words of love to my cat,
Sang to sparrows and cackled at crows.

I picked my nose,
Hid my broccoli beneath the mashed potatoes,
Turned my bicycle into a horse and shot desperados.

I believed in dreams,
That they would lead my aching heart
To some kind of earthly heaven,
A life filled with joy
And love.

I still sometimes belch,
Sometimes fart,
This inextinguishable little boy.

My wife is not amused.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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No sound,
No voice,
No laughter,
No eye contact,
No tears,
No facial expressions,
No body language,
No appearance,
No touch,
No skin on skin,
No embrace,
No kiss.

It’s the new friendship,
Texting and posting,
Liking and sharing,
All day long,

~ Russ Allison Loar
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