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A View from the Abyss
This morning is different to the others. I awake lying naked on a plain of polished obsidian. It is lit by a dim, pale, light, as if the crescent moon were hidden behind a thin covering of cloud. The plain stretches … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘Spencer, my Planter Moniker,’ by Brian John Spencer.
‘The civil tongue that masks the uncivil mind.’ Eamon met a minister. The calvinist cleric called him “Seamus.” My friend corrected him. The preacher cooly followed, “Same thing.” “What’s your name?” “Robert,” responded the minister. “Ok great, William.” My friend … Continue reading
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