Monthly Archives: May 2016

Poetry Journal, May 31, 3016

Was there any ingenious plot, any hide-and-seek course of action, which might be detected by a careful telescope witch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Lydgate, the whole area visited by Mrs. Cadwal- … Continue reading

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The Mind of the Fox and the Owl

Last night, I saw the savage world And heard the world beat up the stair — Like a child. The fox’s bark, and the owl’s shrewd pounce followed close behind. I realized the world was crying sometimes. All creatures, all … Continue reading

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We are guided in directions we don’t know how to imagine

[my only life] I have arrived in a place I think I will stay for a while. My shadow is cast before me. My wristwatch and doorway guess at the jewelry in the windows. Near the river, all the boards … Continue reading

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The Color Purple

I visited many of the shelters, and tried to convince them how easy it was to better their station. I explained the system of agriculture to them, and promised that they would receive a long lease. I stated to them … Continue reading

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The Heart of the Matter

Wilson sat on the balcony of the Bedford Hotel with his knees thrust against the ironwork. It was Sunday, and the Cathedral bell changed for Matins. On the other side of Bond Street, in the windows of the High School, … Continue reading

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History of My Church

This morning we¬†had a ground breaking for a new building at the church where I attend. The pastor made a brief statement about the church history. These momentous occasions in a church’s life arrive, and I don’t think we quite … Continue reading

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Journal Entry, May 11, 2016

My bliss, in the face of difficulty is that it defines one’s life. And the drama is done mostly, indirectly. We become the conscious observer of all happening around us. Is this wrong? The world turns an indifferent face to … Continue reading

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