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  • HALLOWEEN (The Old Graveyard)

    October 28, 2009

    • Have you ever walked a lonely road, on a cold and cheerless night, and watched the moon make silvery paths,with beams of silvery light? Did you see a farm that hides its face, behind the moaning trees?Then from its core, a voice would speak, a frightened, warning breeze. Atop a hill, before your eyes,you see a lonely shed,Then chills begin within your spine; your heart is filled with dread. An ...
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  • The End of Techne at a Carwash

    August 15, 2009

    • My two-year-old daughter sat in the back, near-sleep, as we rolled into the drive-through carwash, a feeble way to thank the person who has been loaning us a car on our summer trip. It is not that we haven't dared a carwash before: we have, when the wee one was more of an infant, the world so full of frightening non-individuated apparitions that it seemed better to avoid big mechanical beasts and ...
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  • Are you a Catastrophist?

    June 23, 2009

    • I confess:  I am a terminal, untreatable catastrophist.  The slightest setback, the oddest little twinge in my heart, a bump where there should be one, and my fears expand and billow up like a zeppelin (in this case, the Hindenberg).It might be brain chemistry or the fact that my childhood was, er, less than a happy one.  I'll let the behaviorists hash that out with Steven Pinker.  Whatever ...
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  • Blue September

    September 17, 2008

    • I had a birthday on Monday. Usually, I'm ecstatic on my birthday. It's such a great reason to celebrate my life, myself. This year, however, was different. Instead of joy, I awoke with a knot in my stomach. I'm worried about the economy, the election, the country, the world.  I can't seem to shake a feeling of dread. I'm trying, though. I have so much to be grateful for -- my family, my friends, ...
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  • What's a writer doing in a library?

    August 1, 2008

    • The first time I got punished at my Catholic elementary school i had turned around in church to see if my older sister had arrived.  Not until after the Mass and we were safely filed behind our wooden desks, did Sister Sophie growl out my name to the front of the class. The nuns lined the windows of the church, their hands inside their sleeves, watching the behavior of their students and i had ...
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