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Oppressive, Gordon Judd C.S.B.
The Coward, Charles Lyons
The Coward, Charles Lyons
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"Yes, sir, I'm glad about one thing - the thing has finally come to a real war." Fat, puffy fingers twirled the drink round and round on the table. "I only wish I were young enough to be with our young men. They'll be sorry they ever tangled with us! I have a nephew" -here he wiped his nose on his sleeve- "that's gettin' all the adventure I'd be dying to have. To the young fellas belongs the vengeance. Lucky young dog. Ha, there'll be no holdin' him when …
Sea Village, Robert Kleinhans
Useless Memory, Robert Kleinhans
Unconscious, Robert Kleinhans
A Sunday Morning, John Levay
Requiescat In Place, Joseph Deroller
Folklore, Joseph Deroller
Affectionately To Miles, Michael G. Culross
Affectionately To Miles, Michael G. Culross
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"It had to be Miles, we both agreed to that. In fact, there had never been any argument. Actually, playing the record had not been the problem, only where and when. Now, all was in readiness. The low, barely discernable hum of the amplifier told us that it was warmed up and ready for action, and we both knew that the rest of the components were, too."
Chaos In Egypt, Frank Salamone
Chaos In Egypt, Frank Salamone
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"Many authors have toyed with the notion of the elusiveness of truth. Even those who would hold for an ultimate, stable truth, admit the difficulty of human comprehension of it. Human subjectivity reduces almost all statements to mere opinion. At any rate, the author's epistemological bias is certain to affect his attitude towards his characters' motivation, freedom, dignity, and convictions."
Hear The White Rose, The Black Candle, John Roselli
Hear The White Rose, The Black Candle, John Roselli
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"I the White Rose and that Black Candle - we are mere nothings, and yet we represent something of life and death. I the White Rose was born from a seed, grew from earth into life, and blossomed into flower. My friend the Candle has body and has life, too. Its flame is its life, and others have noted that it dies as it lives. We both rest in a dark and somber place, and we hear soft, sad weeping."
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Editorial, James Bond
The Thoughts..., Franklin L. Kamp
Play It Cool, Leo A. Hetzler C.S.B.
Play It Cool, Leo A. Hetzler C.S.B.
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"Man is born a poet, yet everywhere he is in chains."
Heavenly Muse, Leo A. Hetzler C.S.B.
Heavenly Muse, Leo A. Hetzler C.S.B.
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"in which a poet vainly seeks inspiration while leaning against this masterly inscription. This preconceived form is superior to the form of the poem I found myself actually writing. I had begun with the line,
So of ten poets seize some passing thought."
American Gothic, Gerald Ivan Locklin
Despair, Joseph Deroller
The Tree House, James Bond
The Tree House, James Bond
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"Benjamin, a rather Frail boy of seven and a half, unhesitatingly walked through the forge puddle which obstructed his way. The water, especially toward the middle, proved too deep for his worn, patched rubbers. But Benjamin didn't mind a "soaker". In fact he rather enjoyed the momentary pleasure of the warm, muddy rain water on his feet. Nor did he even consider the scolding which invariably followed when he came home with his feet wet, his only unpleasant feeling arising when his feet later became chilly in the coolness …
Tones In Blue, Alfonso Borrelli
Serenade, Gerald Ivan Locklin
Adam, J. W. Miller
Trio, Gerald Ivan Locklin
Withdrawal Symptoms, James Bond
Rondo, Gerald Ivan Locklin
Rondo, Gerald Ivan Locklin
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"I put down my pen because it was night. My words sat on the page before me and would not slither, nor drown, nor formicate, would not whisper to me of the life that I could feel breathing from its diaphragm in the night-the night, the prescient night which termites through the walls, gathers itself in front of you, winks its eyes and vanishes."
Once Within A Thistle Love, Gerald Ivan Locklin
In Willow Groves, Gerald Ivan Locklin
Great Expectations, Joseph Deroller
They Had No Music, Brian Fallon
They Had No Music, Brian Fallon
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"They rode on short shaggy mounts. Two-with a wounded one in the middle. It was dusk and they were silhouetted. black against the descending sun. Their trail wound through the hills from the place of battle, where the enemy retreated down a valley to the sea."