Bob Adamcik

Home Again

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Mar 8, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |

Life is a privilege, not a right

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Mar 7, 2016 | Notes, Search | 0 |

Would thinking that way change our discourse around poverty, immigration, religion, refugees, economic status, hunger and so many other social issues that are tearing apart the U.S. and the world?

Why aren’t we as kind to ourselves…

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Mar 5, 2016 | Notes, Search | 0 |

..as we are to others? The Golden Rule tells us to treat others as you we would want them to treat us. But turn this around for a minute. How about dealing with yourself like you deal with others? If a friend makes a...

Distance

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Feb 28, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |

Advanced prestidigitation’s Technological creations Make for quite a nice deception. While having made a long career Of deftly turning there to here, We’ve allowed for an exception: That mechanical advancements...

The Power of Night

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Feb 25, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |

The power of night Lies in universality. Darkness is darkness, And not seeing is Sometimes forgetting That a Chilean countryside Is not a Texas prairie, That the world at thirty Is not the world at seventeen. st, 1980 Talca...

Intellectual Integrity

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Feb 23, 2016 | Notes, Search, Self-image | 0 |

Some years into my own work, this term entered my personal lexicon: Intellectual integrity. It resonates in many ways, but ultimately comes down to being honest with myself. The mantra is, “It’s all about me!” Learn it, it...

Despedida

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Feb 18, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |

Si el camino se hace al caminar, El que sigo al despedirme de tí Será camino inútil, Sin dirección, Sin destinación. Me llevará vagueando en el desierto Buscando el traguito mas pequeño Para aliviarme la sed. Me llevará al norte...

To sleeping Mother….

Posted by Bob Adamcik | Feb 15, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |

When in your prolonged twilight Will the beckoning rest of death Entice more than the mystery Of your life’s next happening? Will you one day lie to sleep And, in its sheltering mantle, Choose some earlier dream over the...

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