individuality
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The Raid
"Drop the pen.Step away from the notebook.That's it…nice and slow…easy now…keep your hands where we can see them." I comply.They frisk meand find two blue Uniballshidden in my left sock,but that's it. After a search of the house,they leavewith a… Continue reading
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The Convention
Twenty-seven floors above Indianapolis:I stand at my hotel windowand soar, like a bird, over the river, across which grinds a long train of empty coal cars,over a vacant, blue-seated baseball stadium,over anonymous autos crawling the Interstate,past other tall hotels where, possibly,… Continue reading
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I Am Dreaming
I am dreaming,but the reality of lifetendrils through it: In an open, echoing sanctuary,a handful of us plan an upcoming service,but my unorthodox beliefsand unconventional practicesaren't the right fitfor the expected worshipers. They ask me to leave. I go without… Continue reading