Posted by Brad Osborne on January 18, 2021 · 20 Comments
You earned my respect many years ago,
When you chose the hardest choice…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 2, 2021 · 11 Comments
You hang a sheepskin,
And I sport tattoos,
You dress to win,
I wear jeans of blue…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 10, 2020 · 16 Comments
There is no deflection,
To your sought perfection,
For if he misses mark,
You tear his world apart.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 15, 2019 · 5 Comments
Recently a close friend referred to needing to end the pursuit of a love interest because they had too much “baggage”. I understood immediately this was not the literal possession of a vast number of suitcases. It was a representation of emotions, feelings, hurts, or misperceptions that someone carries with them long after the event … Continue reading →
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 6, 2019 · Leave a Comment
We tell them they are all snowflakes
Each unique in form and structure
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 6, 2019 · Leave a Comment
In Hongcun, a small village near the Yellow Mountains, there was a scribed named Yingpei. After a lifetime of training and practice, Yingpei had become a master of writing. His work was renowned and highly sought after.
