I have a cup that fills and fills whenever I ignore it. Every now and then the “drip drip” on the damp earth stirs my memory. I run, kneel, crane my neck, cup my hands together, catch droplets on my cracked skin – only a few before the stream stops – then I turn away, [...]
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the Red, White, and Blue Scare
21 April, 2010
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I’ve had several thoughts on politics in rotisserie for the past few years and months, and the Professor’s post inspired me to finally get some of then down on paper. This is one: America is all about the fusing of things that are seemingly anathema. Different races, religions, and cultures all come together to make [...]
the Empty Ones
28 January, 2010
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They believed in nothing; there was no right and wrong. They enjoyed nothing but the absence of pain. There was no love for the Empty Ones. No obsession. In the beginning, God had many children. And they had His spark in them. They were full of joy, creative, alive. And God decided to send them [...]
