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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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The Camp Meeting

“This town needs a revival,” I heard some sure person say at the supermarket just the other night. I thought about replying, but instead just walked away; no point in telling people that they’re right. There’s at least 50 churches … Continue reading

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Damocles

If you would have me write of bliss, exclaiming art mere artifice, a simple sham designed to fool the ignorant who fill our schools with some vain hope of what might be: quite useless, a mad symphony that holds no … Continue reading

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Stretched at the Seams

I’m living in a small, rural town again. It may have a university campus smack dab in the middle of it, but face it: Natchitoches, Lousiana is not a center of urban sprawl. I’ve lived in small rural towns before. … Continue reading

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No Shaman Left to Heal Our Tribe

Come, dig the grave, but not too deep; the eighties were a shallow time. We spent a decade just to learn how to maintain appearance’s sake and delve with questions, off-the-cuff, in cocktail conversation bluffs. Come, dig the grave, the … Continue reading

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Instrument of God

You call yourself an instrument of God, selected to seek vengeance for some wrong; I wonder, do you ever think it odd that retribution should be your sole song, that God, who has a symphony of life to call upon … Continue reading

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The spheres of thought that tangents bring

The spheres of thought that tangents bring in touch with mine are lessening, perhaps in spite of my attempts to cross each bridge, and burn each fence so that the world seems more to me a web of connectivity. It … Continue reading

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