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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Sunday, August 18, 2024

The Moon is Upon Her Throne Tonight - poem

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Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com The Moon is Upon Her Throne Tonight The moon is dressed in her shining best tonight With silver...

Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Moon Would Be Alone - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Moon Would Be Alone The moon veils her presence with mist and damp Mortals are not wanted in att...

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Listen to the Moon - A Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Listen to the Moon When you are very old, speak to the moon, Just as you did when you were very young...

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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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