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Crosses and Cradles: Crescent City Sketches
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Thursday, June 6, 2013. When she returned she saw that he had gone. She sighed, sat, crossed her legs, and sipped at her drink, wondering who he was, and where he was going. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Laird of Shaws. I am Chesterton's paradox. View my complete profile. Notes from the Underground. Somewhere in the Between. Picture Window template. Template images by Josh Peterson. Powered by Blogger.
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Crosses and Cradles: Prose Poem
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Crosses and Cradles: May 2012
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012. Word and Question, Again. I promise I'm working on prose things too. But until they are ready, I want to make sure I get this one up before the end of the month. Question: What was your first concert? Come along," said my roommates. So we did, my lady and I. Across the border, into another state. To hear songs I didn't know too well. A few I did, "Broken Road" for one. Before it was stolen by others to sell. And turned into a country song. They saved the best for last, of course.
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Crosses and Cradles: August 2012
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Saturday, August 18, 2012. Ever onward," he thought. That was what his grandfather had always said. It was the motto of a life well lived. His skin tingled with something like anticipation, with the dread of what was coming. From his breast pocket he took a silver chain with a small medallion on the end of it. The source of all his hope, and all his uncertainty, lay in that small, swinging object. He took another drink. We are sooo pissed right now," he slurred in a bad accent. A gift, from an old friend...
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Crosses and Cradles: April 2014
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Monday, April 21, 2014. Back Across the Prairie. Lily sat at the hotel bar and watched the clouds roll down off of the mountains. He would be up there in the thick of it now, under that makeshift tent with a bottle and a cigarette. She hoped he wasn't cold without her. I'm going back," she said. Ain't you gonna say anything? She asked after a while. He took a drag on the cigarette. "I'll drop you in the next town.". You aren't coming back with me? All the way to New York," said the driver. She was a ...
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Crosses and Cradles: The Dance
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Crosses and Cradles: June 2013
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Thursday, June 6, 2013. When she returned she saw that he had gone. She sighed, sat, crossed her legs, and sipped at her drink, wondering who he was, and where he was going. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Laird of Shaws. I am Chesterton's paradox. View my complete profile. Notes from the Underground. Somewhere in the Between. Picture Window template. Template images by Josh Peterson. Powered by Blogger.
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Crosses and Cradles: Shattered Words
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014. Yes, this is how I express myself. With words because I can't make you see the symbols in my head, because the deep structures of thought and soul cannot be drawn or modeled except by words. A pity they are such fragile things, but then so are our souls. They shatter and we pick them up and hand them to our Maker. "Reassemble? We beg but we cannot be reassembled. Not quite. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Laird of Shaws. I am Chesterton's paradox. View my complete profile.
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Crosses and Cradles: For Shannon
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Friday, April 4, 2014. Fuck fuck fuck," he says. And then, because he knows he must ". Requiem aeternam dona ea Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ea. Requiescat in pace. And she will not awaken tomorrow. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Laird of Shaws. I am Chesterton's paradox. View my complete profile. Notes from the Underground. Somewhere in the Between. Back Across the Prairie. Crescent City Sketches, II. Picture Window template. Template images by Josh Peterson. Powered by Blogger.
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Crosses and Cradles: January 2014
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Sunday, January 19, 2014. The First and Last to Leave. This is a draft and I confess I'm not really happy with it. It's not complete, it's not consistent, and it's missing so much, but there are things I like, so here it is. The First and Last to Leave. Wing it, you said. There are plenty of hostels, you said. You'll just take whatever comes, you said. Well, you got any ideas? Calm down, it's early, you'll be all right.". No I won't, I will not be f-". Do I get to keep talking to myself in public? He tho...
