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Luna-Dog and I
She gently takes the proffered nibbly bite
Between her toothful jaws, my little ally
This is our bedtime custom every night
That’s why my dog is fat - and so am I!
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The former address, "reactionary drivel," was a P. G. Wodehouse gag that few ever understood to be a mildly self-deprecating joke. Drivel, perhaps, but not reactionary. Neither the Red Caps nor the Reds ever got it.
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Dispatches from the Colonial Office
Lawrence's latest book, Dispatches from the Colonial Office, about teaching in a community college, is available, along with Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, Don't Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, and The Road to Magdalena, from Amazon.com both as a Kindle and as bits of dead tree.
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- We Have No King but Narcissus - poem
- King Henry V and Traditional Norman Entertainments...
- The Potential for a Potentially Potential Hurrican...
- The Veterans' Administration Thanks You for Your S...
- Lady Macbeth's Advice to Young Men Contemplating t...
- Luna-Dog and I - doggerel indeed!
- "Straight Pride Event..." - couplet
- "The Queen Stands at Your Right Hand, Arrayed in G...
- Talibanning Ourselves - Weekly Column
- Ransomware Never Crippled Who We Were - poem
- Rib Cage in the Road - poem
- "I Am the Chosen One" - poem
- Inbox / Sent / Spam / Trash - poem
- I Do Not Want to be One of The People - poem
- New Hampshire's Brigadoon Diner - poem
- Portland, You Don't Shriek for Me - poem
- Death Beyond an Emergency-Room Curtain - poem
- Retirement on the Time-Payment Plan - poem
- Coach Sheldon Cooper Gives the Chess Team a Pep Ta...
- Good Morning! Crash! - poem
- So my Lawnmower Repair Guy was Wounded in a Shooto...
- Eternal Condemnation and Summer Muscadines - poem
- The Blessed Sacrament, a Beer, and Miss Swivelly H...
- They Say the Prisoner Hanged Himself - poem
- What Can We Do About Violence? - poem
- "Your Time is Up" - weekly column about political ...
- Pat and Mike and Some Old Words - weekly column
- The Heat of August is an Emptied Man - poem
- "Our Poisoned Chalice" (I wish I could think of a...
- Occasionally Facetious - A Repudiation of Both Miz...
- Woodstock: Three Days That Defined Only Those Who ...
- A Five-Dollar Garage-Sale Record Player - poem
- Bulletproof School Backpacks for Children - DeLuxe...
- A Three Years' Child in Church - poem
- "Fruit of the Vine and Work of Human Hands" - poem
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About This Not-Really Reactionary
- Lawrence Hall, HSG
- Y'r 'umble scrivener knows how to milk cows (altho' he long ago swore to own no livestock larger than dachshunds), build fences, clear brush, and cut firewood. After 18 months in Viet-Nam and Cambodia he worked his way through university as an ambulance driver, nurses' aide, and then LVN. BA in History, University of San Diego, 1976; MEd, Stephen F. Austin State University, 1984; MA in English, Stephen F. Austin State University, 2002. He also taught school, but that makes him a class (no pun) enemy just now. He has been rejected by some of the finest publishing houses in America.
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