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Day 11 in NYC
Hello again! First things first: the formatting on this site doesn’t readily show hyperlinks, BUT if you hover over words they’ll turn red and you can see the links! It’s like a seek and find! We’re still doing well here, all told. The numbers are climbing worldwide and also in our sweet city and it’s…
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Hopeful Apocalypses
Though I don’t have the pedigree to write voluminously on hopeful apocalypses, a friend of mine earned his doctorate in ancient apocalyptic literature from the University of Edinburgh and, with luck, we’ll get him on here sometime in the future to write a series entitled either Age of Apocalypse or Apocalypse Now, we haven’t really…
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Make Slowly — Moral Courage in an Age of Crisis
Many people are awakening to the power boredom can have in prompting one to make new things, but they have not yet considered the call to make slowly. I have a bit of experience in this because I’ve written seven novels and only one is just now going to be published four years after my…
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Moral Courage in an Age of Crisis
Here at the Showbear Family Circus, we’re less concerned with becoming the foremost literary magazine — still less concerned with even turning a profit — and more concerned with an idea. That idea is moral courage: how virtue upholds civic society and how civil society works best when minds are liberated to manifest ideas in the…
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Retainer On A Bedside Table
When you meet him, try not to look too much into his eyes. And try not to look too much like you’re trying to avoid looking into his eyes. When you meet him try to remember what you’re saying, don’t let your train of thought leave without you because his eyes are glowing too blue.…
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Thunder-turtles
“Thunder-turtles!” That’s the watchword, and it means feet hidden in foliage, flag hauled out of sight, napkins full of white chocolate-chip cookies stuffed up our shirts. We can’t still the shaking of every leaf in the tree, though. I bite my lip in a mix of hope and fear and in the back of my…
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Green Witch
Plants were powerful vessels. Even the grass in the ground was green with unspoken vitality, woven into their fibers by the delicate hands of mother nature. Admiring the plants in the room, I murmured their incantations on the tip of my tongue, teasing the potency of the spells that rested in their roots. The air…
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A Life Winding Down
A flickered visit todayClear, blue eyesProvide brief recognitionOf a year unknown.Am I five or 45 today I wonder?A smile has liftedShe wears a blue pin-flowered blouseLoose, nothing too sexualWith smoke grey tall slacksClean, pressedA button undoneOpening to a padded white braPerched in a shining metal elder prison.Earrings to matchAlways was dressed to the TJean Nate…
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We’re here and okay!
Hello all. We’ve been pretty much home bound here in Brooklyn since last Wednesday (save one trip to Costco and two long walks with friends) and we’re making it. Oh and Lance called in and picked up my insulin prescription from our local pharmacy, VLS, which I HIGHLY recommend. (Maybe another day I will write…
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have you ever looked at the birds? they have stories…they have to have stories.just as the movements i make are intentional, so must be the bird’s. moving from one home to the next, escaping its present reality to be replaced with a better one- maybe.they still have to face the wind, storms, and rain.and so must we…all the same. Featured Download: If…
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The Skywalker Conundrum
We all remember the scene,Luke Skywalker, chased by Tie-fighters,and that history making, chance in a millionshot on the Death Star. Cheering as children,we gave no thought to the thousands of workers on the planet,to the parents who had lost children,children who had lost parents. Doris in the Kitchen, making soup for the Storm-Troopers,Who will never…
