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Counterpoint: Domestic Strife and Miles ’64

A flurry of words assaults the ear as she storms back in the room, alto voice filling the space left by the withering blast of the horn; the false lull breaks as the drum, relentless, kicks forward the time, and … Continue reading

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With an Unarmed Foe

You call those claws? Withdraw those nubs, and come back when your talons grow; I have no time to make retort against the feeble likes of you. You say the world agrees with you? Well, that just proves the world … Continue reading

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Your Own Words

What do I care? They’re only words, flung out in speech like careless pearls; it’s not as if they can raise boils or lay an endless, babbling curse. Oh, wait; that’s not entirely true. For in the Celtic lands, the … Continue reading

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Volume is no substitute

Volume is no substitute for power; It’s not the loudest shouts that prove most true. These sounds that shake foundations may undo in minutes what took builders countless hours, but mere feats of destruction can’t compete with the small, quiet … Continue reading

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Recrimination

I could dredge up every wrong and each intentioned slight to catalog the way the world has hurt me, or just might and in that laundry list of ills imagined, or in fact, find solace in a victim’s role to … Continue reading

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For Stephen Stills

We have become so polarized. The lines are drawn so black and thick between each side, the pickets filled with stark and ugly words that only emphasize a hate that grows when one’s own thoughts have turned to stone fit … Continue reading

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Counterpoint: Domestic Strife and Miles ’64

A flurry of words assaults the ear as she storms back in the room, alto voice filling the space left by the withering blast of the horn; the false lull breaks as the drum, relentless, kicks forward the time, and … Continue reading

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