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Out of Sight

“No, Mommy!” protested six-year old Sarah Reid.  “It’s too scary!  People will get scared!” Beth Reid looked at her daughter’s eyes peering out from the holes cut in the old sheet.  The ghost costume was a Halloween classic and Sarah … Continue reading

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Why Do You Support Monsters?

You have to ask yourself why you support monsters.  Until you can answer this question about yourself you really don’t have the wherewithal to engage in meaningful debate. When Jesus says, “It would be better for them to be thrown … Continue reading

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Adding Velocities or; the Little Engine that Shouldn’t

I haven’t posted anything lately.  It seemed like a good time to rerun this one. If you stand at the rear of a train moving in a straight line at 60 miles per hour and you start walking forward at … Continue reading

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Another Man’s Poem

  I wish I could remember the words to another man’s poem. There’s a mountain of myrrh and the lilies where the fawns roam. But when I feel it most That old poem is just a ghost of my love … Continue reading

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Alternative Facts?

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There’s a catch phrase out and who does not love culture, politics,and words? “Alternative facts,” is the new phrase,  as in you are not entitled to your alternative facts. Au…

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The Mariner’s Dream

It was the night we rounded the Cloven Hoof, a curious feature of the nameless island guarding the mouth of the Windy Straits, east of the Greater Diamond Cloud ice shelf.  A deceptive bit of sea, it is, with water … Continue reading

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The Old Blues He Loved to Sing

Maybe it shouldn’t matter how Homeless Joe ended up shivering in the woods somewhere in southeast PA under a full moon in early September of 2050, singing out Catfish Blues, sliding the little section of steel pipe up and down … Continue reading

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