Author Archives: John Swinburn

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes

Speaking of Trees

I’ve begun reading The Secret Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate, by Peter Wohlleben. In the foreword to the book, Tim Flannery suggests the reason many people fail to understand trees is that humans live our lives on … Continue reading

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Truth versus Perspective

I may attempt the 30 poems in 30 days for April this year, as I did last. But I might not share the poems so widely. I’ve already written one for today, but I’ll share something less gripping (;-) in … Continue reading

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Ideas and Power

Ideas are only as powerful as the people who believe them. Powerful people exert their influence in innumerable ways, ushering ideas into pragmatic expression. Powerful ideas need not emerge from the creativity of powerful people; ideas that become powerful simply acquire … Continue reading

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April Launch

Tomorrow is the first day of April. Perhaps that transition will give me the kick in the rear I need. I need to work on the yard, the driveway, the deck, the bathrooms, the roof, the garage, and the workspace … Continue reading

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Before Bed Ramblings

I spent an enjoyable evening at a dinner for eight. My wife and I joined six other people from the Village Unitarian Universalist Church for conversation, camaraderie, and a very nice meal to which all participants contributed. The view from … Continue reading

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Encroaching Nature

The raccoon is at it again. He/she or they are indulging their taste for sugar-water by robbing the hummingbird feeders. One time before, when this happened, I borrowed a neighbor’s live trap, nailed the beast, and released the offender in the distant forest. … Continue reading

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Exhuming Memories

Writing fiction is a dangerous endeavor, for it relies on a combination of experience and creativity. As we write, secrets seem to emerge from caves we think lie buried under a thousand layers of memories and experience. But are they truly secrets … Continue reading

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My Revelation: A Thirteen-Year Extra-marital Affair

I am awake because threats of severe weather for our area continue around us. Earlier, we had two severe thunderstorm warnings and one tornado warning. Fortunately, those warnings have expired, but the atmosphere south and west of us looks favorable for … Continue reading

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Renaissance

The opportunity exists, in the midst of a Trump-incited plunge toward base vulgarity, for a renaissance of decency and decorum. The opportunity exists for a return to standards of behavior that value humanity and compassion. Key to seizing that opportunity is … Continue reading

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Stronger Than I Thought

I’ve broken out of my dry spell, discussed just two posts ago, I guess. First, it was the roadrunner, photos of which I posted earlier today, and now it’s a memory that haunts me and touches me in ways I cannot … Continue reading

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Roadrunner on Deck

First, my disclaimer: 1) I am worse than an amateur photographer—my skills are an affront to photography; 2) I was inside the house, looking out; and 3) the windows are both dirty and coated in fresh pollen, as is every … Continue reading

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Breather

I’ve not been in the mood to write lately. It’s not that I have writer’s block; it’s just that I’ve had nothing I wanted to write, either fiction or nonfiction. That happens from time to time. So I allow myself … Continue reading

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We Shall See

Slowly, quietly, as gradually as spring spins through summer and fall into winter, I have grown moderately tolerant of religious belief. To a point. I have become willing to countenance ideas that I find odd and even absurd; not as truth, … Continue reading

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Dining for Decency

We spent the better part of today looking at dining tables, a repeat of yesterday’s endeavors. We’ve found a few table/chair combinations we like, but we’re not quite ready to bite the bullet. Though the pursuit of a new dining … Continue reading

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Stoicism

I tried to maintain my composure, but it was a losing battle. Why is it, so very long after the fact, I am unable to maintain the stiff upper lip we hear so much about? As much as I know … Continue reading

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Promise

I have promised myself for untold months that I would sort through and select for self-publication the dozens and dozens of short stories, vignettes, poems, daily utterances, and assorted other output of my typing fingers. To date, my promises have … Continue reading

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Servitude

I spent part of the day yesterday viewing a decrepit old plantation house and some of the grounds and outbuildings of a 3000 acre plantation. As I toured the grounds, I compared in my mind the home built for the … Continue reading

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Dark Room

I sit in a dark room, waiting for my wife to awaken so I might emerge from the darkness into the day. Until she is up, I must slink around in the darkness of the B&B room, keeping quiet and … Continue reading

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Switch

Good actors can display emotions at will, as if they simply flip a switch. Their emotional demonstrations appear effortless, but they are not. The perfect combination of subtle changes in the mouth, eyes, cheeks, forehead, and manner of speaking occur only … Continue reading

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Time in Two Dimensions

Time is a mirror, reflecting the ravages of ill-tempered experiences  thrust onto a searing hot griddle made of broken promises. Time is witness to drowning,  dreams dashed against icebergs hidden beneath the cold water flowing through merciless veins. Time is artificial, capable of … Continue reading

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Pollyanna or Pessimist

I spent a little time this morning reading that “the good old days” were fresh and clean and innocent. The old days were unlike the era in which we live, an era in which war on prayer and decency and decorum threatens … Continue reading

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Piano Man

This crude, but clever, joke will find its way into my fiction writing some day, in one form or another. I’m not much of a humor writer, but this might be the perfect vignette to set the stage for a … Continue reading

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Windmills

A new nation, conceived in liberty, and fiercely and unwaveringly dedicated to the proposition that all people are created equal. That’s what I’m after. Among the many questions such an objective summons are these: 1) would this new nation exist … Continue reading

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Beginning the Struggles

I posted a flippant question on a social media site recently, telling friends that I planned to write a story about a town I invented, asking who would like to be in the story. Eight people responded, giving me feedback on the … Continue reading

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Musings of Mattering

The reason behind my refusal or inability to complete projects remains a mystery. It is not laziness. I am not lazy; I will work long and hard to accomplish tasks that must be done. No, it’s not sloth; I suspect … Continue reading

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