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.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Poetry is Not - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Poetry is Not Poetry is not The unacknowledged legislation1 of Anything Poetry is a forest foo...
Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Come Laughing Home at Twilight - Beaumont Hamel, 1916

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Come Laughing Home at Twilight Beaumont-Hamel, 1916 And, O! Wasn’t he just the Jack the Lad, A’...
Monday, June 27, 2016

Smoking is Bad for Your Feet - column

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Smoking is Bad for Your Feet In childhood our parents often cautioned us against any sort of force...
Friday, June 24, 2016

Calendars, Alligators, and Hipsters - column

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Calendars, Alligators, and Hipsters How curious that according to the mechanistic Gregorian calend...
Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Watch List - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Watch List Bulova, Caravelle, and Hamilton Gaudy Rolex and sturdy Omega Humble Timex and Comrade ...

Summer solstice - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Summer Solstice Apollo seems to pause his passages His constant celestial orbitings And gaze upon ...
Tuesday, June 21, 2016

No-Fly List - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com No-Fly List The ostrich cannot fly; the emu’s still The penguin waddles on his icy hill The kiwi ...
Thursday, June 16, 2016

Icarus, Dude! - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Icarus, Dude! Young Icarus worked late in his stable Laying out feathers on an old table A dreamer...
Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Safety Deposit Box - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Safety Deposit Box A safety deposit box is but a grave Of bits of paper connecting the dead With ...

A Fog of Unknowing - 13 June 2016 - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com A Fog of Unknowing - 13 June 2016 If fifty lives were ended yesterday How can anyone know that thi...

Not Listening to The Voices - a three-dot column

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Not Listening to The Voices A famous American brand of acrid, yellow-tinted fizzy water containing ...

Discharge Papers - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Discharge Papers Now trudging up the creaky courthouse steps He ran and skipped up forty years ago...

The Romance of Foreign Postage Computerized Printouts - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Romance of Foreign Postage Computerized Printouts Where are the postage stamps of yesteryear; ...

The Gardener - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Gardener Unnoticed are the gardeners and the gods Mary Magdalene mistook one for the Other Th...

A Saturday Morning Wall-Eyed Hissy-Fit - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com A Saturday Morning Wall-Eyed Hissy-Fit On a rainy Saturday morning, two cats For reasons known to ...

Beneath the Dome - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Beneath the Dome A coven of wispy wraiths squatting on the floor Of a ruined temple built by bett...

Dozing in a Lawn Chair - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dozing in a Lawn Chair Cicadas sing the evening heat and damp Amid the sinister sweet scents of ni...

No Way, Shape, or Bombshell, Actually - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com No Way, Shape, or Bombshell, Actually No way, shape, and form literally dropped A bombshell to the...

The Invention of the Pencil - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Invention of the Pencil We lay our scene in a monastic scriptorium in Cumbria “Somehow I can’t...

A Picture Post-Card of Notre-Dame de Amiens at Dawn - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com A Picture Post-Card of Notre-Dame de Amiens at Dawn For Doris and Anthony I. Merci, mes amis, fo...
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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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