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Woman With Automatic.
Arden Lutz was one of the honchos behind the development west of town. He and Bo Dunaway and Wink Hufstetler bought the old Decatur farm that runs along Soledad Creek. They chopped it into three-quarter-acre lots and sold “creekside vistas” … Continue reading
This Makes No Frankin Sense The boswellia papyrifera, A tree that grows in Ethiopia, Produces frankincense, a curious resin That has a bitter smell but isn’t poison. In Africa and in the Middle East It has embellished many a fine … Continue reading
Fried okra is not a vegetable. It’s cornmeal in drag. (jmn) He’s determined to shoot himself in my foot. (jmn) The student decided I wasn’t serving his needs and resolved to take it out on himself. (jmn) It’s hard not … Continue reading
*On the Song of Songs* Bernard of Clairvaux B You are my subject, scraped from the womb. Will we cross in Limbo, sad progenitor and aspiring heir? Who will survive? I have been scoured from your mother’s eyes as resolutely … Continue reading
Can peace and beauty (opulent) be immoral? Grosse Pointe Shores. Lake Ste. Claire. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.) Written in the 70s, 70s-11a. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
I admit that’s bad, but not *that* bad. I may breach decorum occasionally (like now), but I try mightily not to breach good taste. I’m sure you can handle the above; being a diffident sort, I wasn’t sure *I* could … Continue reading
Gerry Rattigan is the publican who operates the Thane of Thoth, the watering hole popular among the better sort of denizens of Chichesterton-Upon-Hogg — though, to be sure, it’s also the only such establishment in the village. Gerry customarily nicks … Continue reading
The Smallest Black Hole You wonder what you’d find in a black hole? Your other sock? A dime? A baby mole? I’ll tell you where you will find none of those: In Cygnus X-1 only darkness shows. A star one … Continue reading
Drawn and Quartered “Everything was everywhere.” (Joplin, MO tornado survivor) It was as if Mother Nature Had thrown the town under a train. It skidded hard for good measure, Smearing acreage with guts and brain. Uncle Alvin would do a … Continue reading