Lawrence Hall

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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Monday, May 22, 2017

A Morning Dialogue with One's Self - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com A Morning Dialogue with One’s Self I. (As both the alarm clock and the smart phone make unpleasan...

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Morning Mirror Face - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Morning Mirror Face The sleeve of your bathrobe brushes away The steam – and there you are, your mor...

Friday, September 12, 2014

Matins and Lauds Without Cats

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Matins and Lauds Without Cats If your sunrise view is of garbage cans And utility poles leaning over ...

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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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