Hubris
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The Loin & The Limb: Peace
“Pacifists are often jealous of the fact that Bhutan has more monks than soldiers, Monaco’s national orchestra is larger than its military, and Costa Rica must borrow a cannon from El Salvador when…
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The Poetry of Wendy McVicker & Cathy Cultice Lentes
“I believe, oh yes! We will get there./We’ll row out from these islands/where we’re marooned, sorting shells/and scribbling notes to send/into the dark. We’ll gather/on that porch and lift our glasses/in a salute…
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Pass the Gravy, Please
“Back in the day, my parents were always warning about calamities and tragedies waiting to happen if I didn’t look both ways when I crossed the street; if they weren’t vigilant and we…
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Homage To a Philhellenic Anniversary
“Looking back over all that has happened since the 4th of June, 1972, it seems I was extraordinarily fortunate in that roll of the dice that sent me here. It didn’t look like it…
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As We Go, So Goes Earth
“You may perhaps be familiar with comedian George Carlin’s routine, The Planet is Fine, a piece which is brought to my attention at least once a week. In it, Carlin’s main point is that…
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Back in Tracy Chapman & Luke Combs’ “Fast Car”
“Chapman was just so different. So human and real. Her voice and talent felt—back then, and again in February—like a marble-smooth boulder somehow preexisting the river itself. There was all this stuff—all these…
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The Very Soul of Noble, Gentle Wit: Addison
“Last month, our February 2024 issue of Hubris was dedicated, in its entirety, to the single-panel cartooning of Mark Addison Kershaw, and if you scroll down our magazine’s current virtual Home Page, past…
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Frisbees, Graham’s Number & My Statement of Faith
“I will never forget the moment I pulled off onto the shoulder of a Pennsylvania road and sat scribbling down words that came to me . . . out of nowhere. It wasn’t…
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Life of Pi-ano
“Some folks grow up around ponies, beaches, sailboats, rosary beads, or with an effusive auntie. I, on the other hand, grew up with and have always lived with pianos. I don’t know why,…
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Along the Oregon Trail: First & Last Words
“An Austrian tour guide once observed that saying farewell to a group of American tourists she’d known for only two weeks is a lot like grief, for it’s unlikely she and this random…