Category: Entertainment
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Write Fearless
Before we get to Write Fearless, We of the Showbear Family Circus write with a heavy heart to tell you that the author of these three poems, Jonathan Dowdle, passed from this life between acceptance and confirmation of terms. There was an 8-month delay. We learned 10 days ago that the reason for the delay…
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Heart is full of everything
Heart is full of everything,days and nights just a swing,I am in a whirlwind.
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Greeting the New Year
Large shapes shy and neigh on the edges of our circle. An outline across the flames is you, beneath blankets, unwilling to face night’s sure vast loss. Morning’s approach is less heard than felt. A silent crescendo, a change in the air, a long breathless sigh. The horses, knowing dawn, further range. Then I see,…
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Sloppy Grows
Cluttered stalls line the market streets And merchants lift up their offerings with both hands Knowing they have the public in their palms. What used to be shunned as a practice of the unrefined – Now exalted as the height of morality and health. All those hours spent in brightly lit bulk warehouses Are now…
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Pomegranate Wine
I arrived in New Orleans’s muggy dawn haze to see a team of men spraying last night’s vomit into the chunky gutters of Bourbon Street. Mucus water rushed down the drains like my romantic hopes for the city, leaving behind a beery stench and your troubled narrator, puzzled over where to begin. Following the example…
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The Existentialist Starter Kit
It was a dark and stormy night when we received the late-night call that every parent of a college student dreads. “Dad,” my son said, struggling to present a brave front in the face of the disaster that had apparently befallen him. “Yes?” “I’ve become an existentialist.” I gulped, covered my eyes with my hand, and shook…
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House Cat Pantoum
In the window, I watch and sit. Birds light and peck the ground. Into the air, they dart and flit. I meow and make no sound. Birds light and peck around. Bumping the glass and twitching my tail I meow and make no sound. Such slender necks, weak and frail. I bump the glass and…
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Warped
I.Escaping scars as the years slowly tick byis inevitable. Banging into walls, the bruises and blisters of liferun like a roadmap. Trophies awarded for fortitude,for qualifying for life,for finishing the race. They are the markof a well-lived life. II.What, then, about invisible scars?Escaping detection in a mirror’s reflection,they lurk in deep crevices. Peeking out just…
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Boumediene v. Bush: Unanswered Issues and Current Moral Codification
In Boumediene v. Bush, the U.S Supreme Court was faced with a post-colonial issue regarding overseas authority and correlating precedents. Broadly, the question arose—for a third time since Rasul v. Bush (2004) and Hamdan v. Rumsfeld (2006)—whether constitutional rights extend to non-sovereign territories under U.S control. More specifically, the case encompassed a question of whether…
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Lydia
She pried open the shells all day.Or cracked them with a hammerextracting the purple veinalong the hinge of the shell.They were hard to open.She broke the handle on her little knife.She left the worm inside to dieor gave it to the poor to eat.Then wiped the white-washed walland left a purple hand. Featured Download: If…
