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Moths in the rain
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I am left now with only Frederick the racoon at the window. He has stopped scratching at the handle...
The man on the stage
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Here is some unsolicited advice from an old woman living in the wilderness of Canada. I mean well. There...
The Scuppering
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And so the Puppet Masters smiled. Now children, it is not difficult. Not difficult at all. There’s this thing...
Story Time at the Old Folk’s Home
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Now Gertrude the Grizzled had had a life of high adventure not the least because she chose it but...
Progress and Potatoes
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Please note this is a humour piece which is not something people may want to read depending on the...
Damage is a Given
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The heavy rains are rich with life in the Spring. Even when the lilacs have died and the wafting...
Whistling in the Dark
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In the morning, the bobolink sings. It always heartens me—listening to the morning chorus of creatures waking up to...
101 Things “not” to do before you die
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1. Try not to get born in the first place. * 2. If born, don’t expect that the mere...
Wings, Prayers and Hooplas
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It took me a year before I finally succumbed to a phone that would accept 5G. They bugged me...
We have no piece on their piechart
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There is a lusty bird that sings at dusk outside my window high in the cedar tree. I’ve never...
A total eclipse of the smart
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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,...
