Hubris
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Timecard Humor
“At my place of work, a ‘timecard reminder’ lands in all our inboxes at the end of each week. Rather than send out the same, flat, ‘please submit your timecard,’ prompt, our administrator…
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Human Sintering & The Theory of Water
The Hubris Review By William Ramp “She has got me thinking of something else: the idea of the Sovereign Individual, self-governing, self-propertied, autonomous; steered by a State of Self toward whatever destiny, fame,…
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Brother Angelico’s the Man
“That process of soul-waking (as distinct from Keats’s ‘soul-making’) finds an analogy, as the monologue unfolds, in Lippi’s defense of his art—its realism (truthfulness, he’d say) as opposed to the spiritualized naturalism of…
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Learning to Love Pearl Fryar & His Plant Sculptures
“Pearl Fryar was over six feet of lean, chocolate muscle in jeans. He had a bit of gray and a hundred-megawatt smile. In his enthusiasm, he reached out and hugged me. He engulfed…
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War, Huh, Yeah, What Is It Good For?
“Since 1980, the year I moved to Greece, there has been no single year in which the US and/or Israel has not been involved in Middle East military conflicts—bloodshed that frequently impacted friends,…
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Lola & Her Mother Hen: Luke 13: 31-35
“Chris transported Lola to and from work safely in a backpack and ensconced her in a dog stroller to keep the chicken safe while she was out on the farm working. Using an…
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Flower Power
“Speaking of flowers, when I drive by (or join) the protestors these days I’m reminded of the ‘flower power’ years of my youth. In the 60s when it began all we claimed to…
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The Poetry of Laurence O’Dwyer
“I hesitate to call this work a poem because I don’t really know what constitutes a poem anymore. In many ways I would like it to be closer to a folk tale. I…
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Dinocrates & Mount Rushmore
“Though he got most of the facts wrong, it appears that in seeking to create the Mount Rushmore Memorial, Borglum was inspired by a story about Alexander the Great which appears in the…
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Storytellers Who Changed My Life
“The first person who enchanted me with her well-spun stories was my stepmother, Betsy, who arrived in my life when I was eight, four years after my own mother had died. Although she…