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The Gut Wants What It Wants

“Happiness is a choice” — I saw this on Twitter recently. Is it? I was under the impression that happiness is a chemical. Despite thousands of years of looking, no one has ever found a “soul” or “spirit” inside a human being. And we learned quite some time ago that the heart pumps blood rather[…]

Huckabee Is Right For Once

Preacher and presidential candidate Mike Huckabee has been wrong on so many points it’s difficult to keep track, but he shouldn’t be butchered when he’s correct, as he was this morning when interviewed by CNN. “Regardless, heterosexual marriage is largely in trouble today because people see it as a selfish means of pleasing self, rather[…]

Oh To Be Middle-Aged, And In Love

Categories: Personal, Relationships
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Published on: 2015.02.14

Dec. 10, 1994: Skinny Wil and Young Margy (Copyright © 1994 by William R. Fry. All Rights Reserved.)   No one says they want to be “middle-aged and in love”. The phrase specifically mentions “young”. I don’t know why. I can’t understand why. I’m middle-aged, and in love, and I like it that way. Twenty[…]

‘Scandal’ Keeps Lying To You About Love

Categories: Relationships, Television
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Published on: 2014.11.03

I do enjoy ABC’s show “Scandal” (starring Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn) — mainly because it presents the secret workings of the White House and U.S. government in general in such a dark-yet-incompetent light that I can’t help but refuse to believe it. But one of the main threads of the show’s plot from the[…]


Categories: Poetry
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Published on: 2005.10.27

SHEBy: Wil C. FryOct. 26, 2005; 2027 hoursTo: Marline François It’s a dreamA fantasyA whither-world that whips my imaginationBack-lit beautyDulling elves and fairies She walksHer steps are flower blossomsShe talksHer voice a symphony Rose in full blossomSeems droopy, wiltedAs She glidesEven SolCannot competeDrowned into dimnessWomanUnadorned with unnecessitiesShe is bareYet completeEyes like shiny polished coalMelt, shred,[…]

Meeting Her…. Or Him

Categories: Relationships
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Published on: 2005.08.08

The method by which a man and a woman meet has changed, imperceptibly, over the centuries. I guess it wasn’t difficult in pre-historic times, when a tribe/clan/family had only a few dozen members. When a male was born, it was pretty much predetermined with which female he would eventually be partnered. Occasionally, the small pack[…]

Now I Remember….

Categories: Poetry
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Published on: 2005.08.07

“There was love, then only confusion I am the victim of my own delusions” I wrote those lines more than eight years ago, at 3 a.m., while slightly intoxicated in a Little Rock nightclub. I wrote them on a cocktail napkin, where many of my poems were birthed in those days. But today, for some[…]

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