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A Personal History of Knives, part III

• March 30, 2008 • 6 Comments

Posted in childhood, personal, thoughts
Tags: art, boy scouts, childhood, culture, knives, life, loss, personal, poetry, theft, thoughts, writing

Two Devotional Sonnets

• March 25, 2008 • 3 Comments

Posted in personal, poetry, religion, spirituality
Tags: art, Christianity, culture, devotion, faith, God, Jesus, life, personal, poetry, random, religion, thoughts, writing

Devastation in Speaking with God

• March 23, 2008 • 1 Comment

Posted in Evil, poetry, religion, spirituality
Tags: childhood, crime, culture, family, God, infanticide, insanity, life, madness, murder, poetry, random, religion, spirituality, writing

A Personal History of Knives, part II

• March 15, 2008 • 8 Comments

Posted in Evil, fun, humor, personal, thoughts
Tags: bully, childhood, culture, family, fear, knives, life, poetry, random, stories, thoughts, writing

Exercise in Description, part II

• March 12, 2008 • 1 Comment

Posted in fun, humor, illustration, personal, poetry, writing
Tags: art, culture, dreams, florida, frogs, literature, mornings, personal, poetry, rain, random, spirituality, thoughts, writing

A Personal History of Knives, part I

• March 10, 2008 • 5 Comments

Posted in fun, humor, love, personal, teaching, thoughts
Tags: childhood, craftsmanship, culture, family, humor, knives, life, memories, personal, random, thoughts, war, writing

Exercise in Description, part I

• March 9, 2008 • 1 Comment

Posted in poetry, thoughts, writing
Tags: art, butterflies, culture, life, literature, poetry, random, spirituality, thoughts, writing

Vignettes

The window was open, and while he was performing his new piano piece for friends (his hands ignoring the middle register and spread strangely upon the bass and treble) he heard some laughter behind him. In the street a cart of wares had been overturned with a great crash. "Was that a diminishless overdominant 13th, Claude?" someone commented derisively, snorting. Despite his usual reserve Debussy stopped, turned around and growled, "Why, can you not listen to a chord you don't know the name of?"