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A total eclipse of the smart
Sylvia Shawcross
We had our small respite from things as they are, languishing as we all mostly were here in the...
People do not want war
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Hatred is born of fear and raised by ignorance. And that ignorance sprouts its tender leaves long before it...
Out of the Box
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With the end of winter comes a death rattle deep from the throat of the cold. It has sputtered...
Building bridges to nowhere?
Sylvia Shawcross There was a wild wind and a wicked sky and a cold cold day. North of here...
In the hollow of the rock
Sylvia Shawcross It is cold again at night and the raccoons that reach their little hands up to the...
The Dark Days of Winter
Sylvia Shawcross Out there the freezing rain settles crystals on the high snow and in the trees and dens...
abu-Jaʽfar Mohammed ibn-Mūsa al-Khuwārizmi
Sylvia Shawcross It was late in the game when I realized I’d forgotten to look at the latest meteor...
It’s Cold in Davos
Sylvia Shawcross Well, heaven help us—the Gods of Mount Davos are meeting again. We’re now at Wefcon2. Run! Run!...
The Hug of the Smug
Sylvia Shawcross When you grow older it is almost arduous trying to remember what once was. I was trying...
In the Year 2024, if Man is Still Alive
Sylvia Shawcross Now, I was reading something about how anybody who questions things as they are is labelled crazy,...
Santa Klaus is coming to town
Sylvia Shawcross “Oh you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why—Santa...
Rock Piles
Sylvia Shawcross We didn’t go here before did we? Come with me now. It’s a sunny spring day. You...
A Guffaw In Need of Being
Sylvia Shawcross The rains of November are cold but the snows of November are colder. It is said that...
Paisley Tablecloths
Sylvia Shawcross In late autumn here in the Northern Hemisphere when the wind picks up it is as if...
Violins in a Musty Attic
Sylvia Shawcross There is a kind of dark twisted amusement that strikes me sometimes. I don’t know about you....
Historical Hysterical
Sylvia Shawcross Anyways…. I was thinking about history again. I’m thinking maybe “they” are right. The ones who live...
The Winter of our Dis-content
Sylvia Shawcross The Canada geese are honking now in great swathes in the sky riding currents to where the...
Are there children on this street?
Sylvia Shawcross Come with me again? Yes? It’s just down this slate-coloured street. The sun so bright in a...
Soul Muscles
Sylvia Shawcross Oh, the changing definitions of words we’re being subjected to these days. It boggles the best of...
In the lands of the Dodo bird
Sylvia Shawcross Okay. The important thing is not to panic. It’s all going to be fine. We of the...
