A Reading From the Gospel According to the Wolf

_Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord_ _Of the god of earth and altar that our forefathers adored._ _Though to last until that promised land is more'n I can afford_ _I'll last a little longer yet. On that you have my word._ The...

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Tradewind Vs. Accord

Emily set down her cardboard tray. "We should do this more often." Seth and Martin both hesitated. She had to hand them each their own coffees, grumbling as she did. "Can't you read the names on the sides of the cup? It's not that hard." "I was...

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My Heart is Full of Thunder

My heart is full of thunder. This is neither good nor bad. Which may lead you to wonder Just what sort of day I've had. And if you were standing under The fall of blood or rain, Then you may well think the thunder To be cries of crippling...

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A Town Called Yesterday

It was somewhere in the riverlands I found it by the shore, A town lit just with christmas lights. I'd swear I'd been before. The sun was down, the tide was out, the wind was in the west. And since it looked so peaceful there, I sat me down to...

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The Homecoming of Daniel Usherswell

The town of Good Intentions was respectable and quiet, As respectable and quiet as many towns that languish In the once remarkable, but no more remarked, rolling grasslands. The roads that once led out from it lay still and sullen silent, ...

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Blank Verse Essay on the Haunting of America

If you tell stories long enough my friend, I think, if you are honest, you must own That stories told here, told about here, try To turn into ghost stories. Only by Supreme and rigid force of will can you Tell any story in this land of ours And...

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The Lone And Level Sands Stretch Far Away

Even while we were starting reentry, I didn't think ey'd go through with it. I thought I was the romantic. But ey did, and just like in all the ancient spirit-tale romances, here we are, on a previously uncharted world as our first act together...

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Portrait of a Lonely Wolf

For every day, somebody else has left. For every day, another empty house. For every day is closer to the day When he will be the only one still here. The only one to never find a way To any other place. His road goes but In circles. And he...

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The Baptism Is Long But The Song Is Everlasting

"And what makes you think he set foot on my boat?" Captain Achelous Salimahum Fitzulmo kept his arms crossed and his paws carefully still. Only his tailtip stirred. He hated having to wear his jacket when they made port but the shorebound and suchlike...

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Either Your God Hates Me Or Your Religion Doesn't Work

If you are queer, and still hold to some faith Of whatsoever christian sect, then I Have no desire to undermine with doubt What must remain a precious source of strength, And must have been most difficult to keep. So please do not regard what I...

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I've Lost Count of the Homes That I Have Lost

I've lost count of the homes that I have lost. One time too many I've been driven out. On futile search my substance to exhaust, In barren soil to sow my crop of doubt. I am no longer young. My years have worn Onto the age I ought to put down...

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Roberts Did Not Remember, Bobo Had Other Ideas

Anybody can jump ship, Just insist Ambition, at least that's nice. This isn't ever going to be a problem. Scriminations, as they say. And anyways, The Lady Giddens was a rather lovely ship. The leather-clad elemental stormed the frigate, racketed...

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