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Monthly Archives: April 2014
“An Ocean of Wonder”
I was such a good-looking little boy (no way I’m posting a picture!). Just imagine: a skinny eight or nine years old, hair buzzed to sandpaper bristles—thanks, Dad—glasses with lenses so thick that I had perpetual bruises on the bridge … Continue reading
“Clear Thinking”
When I graduated from college, I had it in my head that I wanted a motorcycle. I’d had one for a short time during my freshman summer, but I wasn’t making any money and had to give it up. In … Continue reading
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“Blood Moon”
“Blood Moon” In night’s brittle stillness, beneath snow’s white comfort, furtive movement of betrayal. Startling explosions of freezing sap— suspend, quicken heartbeats— silence darts from seed to seed. Above—whispering wings carry Beak, claw, Rending death. Daniel J. Cox … Continue reading
“Back in School”
I had the pleasure this morning of speaking with a Creative Writing class at Creighton Prep. Fun to be back in a classroom again for a while (and not have lesson plans to write, papers to grade, meetings to attend!). … Continue reading
“Not My Memories”
He seemed to be rising, but he could be falling. There was no direction. It might have been that the sleep was simply sloughing from him like snakeskin, revealing consciousness. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t remember…. Sand. Now … Continue reading →