Teenagers in the Book Store
~ by Lawrence (Mack) Hall There were three, two of them flitting about,the third was sitting cross-legged on the floorin a sweater and jeans, her shoes kicked off,quite lost in a slender paperback of verse.…
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A Night of Fallen Nothingness
[A Good Friday poem] The Altar stripped, the candles dark, the Crossconcealed behind a purple shroud, the sun;mere slantings through an afternoon of grief,while all the world is emptied of all hope. The dead remain,…
A Review of Hugh Lofting’s Victory for the Slain
“Perhaps my very thinking’s out of step.” - Hugh Lofting This month is the 100th anniversary of Hugh Lofting’s Doctor Doolittle yarns, which I have never read. When it comes to talking animals, I prefer Donald…
Jesus Calendars from the Funeral Home
~ by Lawrence Hall “Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: ‘It's pretty, but is it Art?’" ~Kipling, The Conundrum of the Workshops. The Angel visits Mary in Her houseand She, in turn, visits Elizabeth,and…
A Few Kind Words for the Bad Thief
~ by Lawrence Hall “Omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei” When a man is arrested by an occupying force,imprisoned by an occupying force,humiliated by an occupying force,beaten and whipped by an occupying force,stripped…
“But You Will Sing For Me”
~ by Lawrence Hall [In the Abbey of Whitby, Long Ago] “But you will sing – for me,” the angel saidto bashful Caedmon – on one Christmas night.“But not to me – but to the…
Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe, Alcoholics Anonymous, and the American Legion
~ by Lawrence “Mack” Hall The American Legion meets in the parish hall Third Tuesday every month (missed you last time) Old men in funny hats saluting the flag And then again re-living AIT …
A Wild Duck on the Thames
That singular duck died along that shoreAnd yet its shadow sails across the screenDeep black against yellow, a sunset sceneA quacking intro to Saint Thomas More Ducks die, and martyrs too, but still the…
A Not Especially Original Poem About October Rain
~ by Lawrence Hall This morning I had planned to clear and burn more of that summer-fallen live-oak tree; that giver of firewood against the winter cold (I have more warmth than I will need…