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.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Exit the Hurricane - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Exit the Hurricane (not the catchiest title, eh?) What is that silence? It is the not-rain The first...
Monday, August 28, 2017

Hurricane Evacuation - really bad poem, but my daughter's safe

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com She’s Safe Until this morning my daughter was safe For so the city said But the waters rose, slithe...
Sunday, August 27, 2017

A Hurricane at the Bus Stop - Poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com A Hurricane at the Bus Stop Sunday Night in East Texas There will be no big yellow busses tomorro...
Saturday, August 26, 2017

Bands of Rain - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Bands of Rain The radar shows them as spiraling lunettes; Here on the ground only rain, and then not...
Friday, August 25, 2017

Facing the Hurricane with Double-A Batteries - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Facing the Hurricane with Double-A Batteries At dawn to the gas station, before the crowds Assemble ...
Thursday, August 24, 2017

Hurricane Preparedness Checklist - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Hurricane Preparedness Checklist Double-A batteries, a map out of town A tank full of gas, a mind fu...

Hurricane Cliches - Column

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Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com 29 August 2012 Eye of the Hamster Much national news writing is predicated on clichés, stereoty...
Monday, August 21, 2017

4,000 More Light Casualties - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com 4,000 More Light Casualties           A group of journalists arrived from Moscow and were told that t...
Sunday, August 20, 2017

A Morning Meeting with God's Anointed One and His Team Fist-Pumping Woo-Hoo - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com A Morning Meeting with God’s Anointed One and His Team Fist-Pumping Woo-Hoo He pads his expenses an...
Saturday, August 19, 2017

Graveyard Shift at (Famous) Clinic - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Graveyard Shift at (Famous) Clinic 1974 The proto-beepers that sometimes worked Tidy white unifo...
Friday, August 18, 2017

Michaelmas Term - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Michaelmas Term We might as well call it Augustinemas term Beginning as it does on Augustine’s feas...
Thursday, August 17, 2017

Three Pews of Mourners - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Three Pews of Mourners The widower and kin in the front pew And in the next cousins and beloved frie...
Wednesday, August 16, 2017

On Reading Yet Another Essay on the Death of Reading - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com On Reading Yet Another Essay on the Death of Reading Yet another essay beginning with “I” Sophomore ...
Tuesday, August 15, 2017

A Letter from Ekaterinburg - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com A Letter from Ekaterinburg Dormition of the Theotokos 1917 Dear Alexei, We are enjoying a beauti...
Monday, August 14, 2017

So You're Still Wearing Your Old Boonie Hat? - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com So You’re Still Wearing Your Old Boonie Hat? The old man asked. Old man. Maybe my age “The origin...
Sunday, August 13, 2017

Winds, Earthquakes, Fires, and a Whisper - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com 19th Sunday in Ordinary Time He is not contained in the mighty winds Nor in fell earthquakes from th...
Friday, August 11, 2017

Uncle Vanya and Lady Godiva - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Uncle Vanya and Lady Godiva Uncle Vanya came strolling down the road Wishing he had made something o...
Thursday, August 10, 2017

Missiles, Funny Hats, and Women Dictators - column

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Missiles, Funny Hats, and Women Dictators Given that the little mansie in North Korea, where every d...

Encountering a Fawn on a Rainy Morning in August - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Encountering a Fawn on a Rainy Morning in August                              leaped The mother deer...
Wednesday, August 9, 2017

"And When Night Comes..." - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com “And When Night Comes…” “And when night comes, and you look back over the day and see how fragmenta...
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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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