Tag: social commentary
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January 23, 2008 11:45 PM EST --
What a world, what a whirl we live in...with rapid-fire reality spraying bulletin bullets of split-second images and warp-speed newsbytes; in this computer-generated,generation-y follows generation-x, . . .
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November 24, 2009 08:06 PM EST --
Storytelling. We, meaning people generally, can often mistake everything we read for autobiographical. Writing what we believe, writing our experiences is easy if we can get out of our own way, resisting . . .
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May 14, 2007 10:47 AM EDT --
I heard a story the other day of how Mahatma Ghandi picked up a toilet brush and started into scrubbing a bowl after hearing his wife say that she wouldn't do it because it was beneath her caste.
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February 07, 2008 10:32 AM EST --
'' POLITICS & POKER '' cpyrt 2008, Lonnie Ray Fowler
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February 17, 2008 10:20 PM EST --
Her name was Helen IcaFaye (pronounced Ice-uh ). No one I ever knew called her Helen. Everyone I ever knew dropped the Ica....and called her Faye. I dropped it all, and called her Mama.
For the first . . .
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July 17, 2008 01:47 AM EDT --
FORTY-FIVE CALIBER BEER
© Robert Charles Burnham
A forty-five caliber beer
Its liquid bullets gun me down
Naive, I was unprepared
Telling the barkeep . . .
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July 11, 2009 06:07 PM EDT --
Life, as we know it
I was born in exile, the quintessential misplaced zygote.
I will die in diaspora.
The dirt under my feet isn't mine, borrowed. I take a fistful, . . .
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January 22, 2008 05:21 PM EST --
FAKE FRIENDS/REAL FRIENDS
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr / Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE . . .
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January 11, 2009 04:59 AM EST --
No other country, no other nation, no other world power must ever destroy America. . . .
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October 11, 2009 07:54 PM EDT --
I started thinking about this, with all the talk about the economy; on gather and elsewhere. I've seen comments and heard talk, about how the best way to stimulate the economy; is through cutting . . .
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July 09, 2008 08:36 AM EDT --
I do not pretend to know the effect 400 years of induced poverty and oppression has had on the mind of black folk. I will never say, "I can relate" or give inane platitudes . . .
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November 18, 2009 03:57 PM EST --
COUGAR
©2009 Robert Burnham
note: recently I was asked to define ‘cougar’, this . . .
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January 21, 2008 01:35 PM EST --
This is one of the best. . .
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January 23, 2008 12:12 PM EST --
An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar (though no tags) and well-fed belly and clean that he had a home.
He followed me into the house, down the hall, . . .
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February 14, 2008 03:21 AM EST --
With so many thanks to all of you for the remarkable comments, connection requests, and emails concerning Part 1 of this article---- I want to continue with the most absurd, rediculous, jaw-droppingly . . .
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July 09, 2008 01:42 PM EDT --
The commercial goes something like this:
A mother stands in frustration.
"I don't know what to do with you! We've talked to you, we've grounded you, we took away your game . . .
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July 17, 2008 11:55 AM EDT --
Here's how it's done, kids.
Life's Rowboat
Copyright © 1997-2008 Karl C Klein. All rights reserved
"I was reading about this cave." Caitlin stared with calculating, innocent . . .
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May 04, 2009 12:51 PM EDT --
---> ---> Author's Note: If in the following words you find, the kind of words that bind, then you are no friend of mine. Racism Kills.
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July 17, 2009 07:43 PM EDT --
Note: Understand if someone gives you advice and can't explain it, likely they're aping something they read in a book or even more likely, something they read on a blog.
Literary fiction/social . . .
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March 28, 2007 03:13 AM EDT --
Oh, how I want you,
I want you right now
This very second
I dream of your coolness
Warming in my hot hand.
Oh, how I need you,
I need you right now
It seems like ages
Since I touched my . . .
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