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Category Archives: Other
Reading Upriver
thrice. in the same river For my part I can only hope to step but only when the world is not turned on its head.
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A Pedophile
is compelled to touch every one like the self-absorbed shopper who well past looking with the eyes cannot pass a display of bracelets without fingering all the turquoise
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Disoriented
I imagine that’s how the horse will feel when the trailer gets where it’s going— as I pass it on SR 2 east of Waterville, I spy an equine eye dark and bewildered.
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Why the Waste Bin Weeps
On Glover St.’s sunny side, a long liquid stain leaks beneath the junk-deco bin, streaks broadly to the kerb.
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An Appetite for Death
Shall I tell you about Antietam? We faced down Hood’s division along Mansfield in Sharpsburg not far from Hagerstown Pike.
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Has Anyone Ever
blown their nose with their eyes open abraded their cornea with the tissue’s edge
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Spreader of Light, Brother of Help
When God’s people had fulfilled the Lord’s instructions and Moses had finished setting up the tabernacle, the time came to consecrate it and all its furnishings. The tribal leaders of those whom Moses numbered presented gifts to the Lord before … Continue reading
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Scene from Another World
A doe. A deer—a white-tailed deer— walks carefully down a wooded path. Branching fans of magenta leaves drape from basalt-like boles, slender trunks spaced at intervals like terrestrial stalks of corn.
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Of Titans and Other Heroes
I found myself on Saturn VI. Our ship was late arriving there but, like our boosters, fate was fixed. And Titan’s sirens laid their snares!
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This Curious Land
Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness. Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess. ~ Roger Taylor I’m the decider. ~ George W. Bush In the Land of Indecision shortstops do not field grounders. They ponder instead which foot … Continue reading
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