The poet felt injustice in calling it Fancy Ketchup. The priest said the most grievous sins can be forgiven.
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The priest wondered if anyone changed. The poet said he’d seen it often, depending on who was paying.
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The poet would punish evil by making them hated by all. The priest would in having them loved by all.
Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
Today is the 11th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 attacks. Poking around, I found this short item, from the Fictional Newswire New York (FN)
… More then says because he’s in prison and only has a coal with which to write he can’t respond fully to the view that one ought harm an
Premise: If a story, then a storyteller. Premise: A story. Conclusion: A storyteller.
Five weeks ago I gave six-weeks notice at the business journal. It came about five weeks in on the largest weekly increases in initial unemployment
Don’t stop me if you’ve heard this one … There was a woman who claimed to talk with God — not to Him, but with
They killed him yesterday and it was awful, as you might expect. Crucifixion, like a common criminal — but he wasn’t common, though now he’s
Sometimes the blogs write themselves. “There’s a really strong pull … to come to different countries. There is a growing familiarity outside the United States with Mexican
I don’t know. What happened next? So, so beautiful. This is why. You like me. This is it. Red White Blue What the fuck? What