Strelnikov is Still Wrong

Don’t write to be approved by masters who Wear Rolexes in the Name of the People Don’t write to be approved by masters at all But be your own authority and see

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A Canterbury Remembrance

By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 83 Rating: G Summary: A tongue in cheek shot at pilgrimages and Chaucer Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing For those who wear his token in evidence Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury   By tour bus those who wolden ryde there... Continue Reading →

Air and Lighter than Air

By Lawrence S. Howe, with M. C. Pehrson Word Count: 1168 Rating: G Summary: A story of one boy's dream of flying. Dougherty’s Flying Field was the first airfield I can remember, and it was little better than a few acres of pastureland with several hangars and a shack that passed for an operations office. Along... Continue Reading →

…Who Gives Joy to my Youth

By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 138 Rating: G Summary: A poem of joy. Introibo ad altare Dei. Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam. I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.   -Daily Missal, 1962   For Brother Simon   A child thinks joy is all... Continue Reading →

The World Held in Your Hands

THE WORLD HELD IN YOUR HANDS By Lawrence Hall Word count: 93 Rating: G Summary: A poetic description of the Rosary. A little bead between your fingers slips And then another, and another yet Linked with a bit of cord, in corde✽ linked Like planets all in rhythm with their sun Each bead is our created world... Continue Reading →

Last Sunday After Pentecost

By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 124 Rating: G Summary: A poem of the triumph of the season of Advent over winter. A calling-crow-cold sky ceilings the world Lowering the horizon to itself, All silvery and grey upon the fields Of pale, exhausted, dry-corn-stalk summer. The earth is tired, the air is cold, the dawn False-promises... Continue Reading →

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