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CBS Means Never Having To Say You’re Sorry
For being a large, multibillion-dollar network, CBS seems to have made quite a few mistakes lately. Number Ones, a prime-time collection of Michael Jackson’s, was scheduled to run in November, but got rescheduled after his child molestation case broke. Oops. Then CBS executives gave the greenlight to a Ronald Reagan bio piece (that it now... Read More
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Peel it all away, melt the masquerade Take and break distraction from my brain Scrape away the mold, hammer our the gold Engage an age of change despite the pain All the placebo measures make me sick Houdini failed to sell his trick The slope is steep and growing slick And in a tundercrash I’m... Read More
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The touch of wool, the rasping scrape Across the neck and chin, The taste of snowflakes on the tongue, The ruby-ripened skin, The crayoned nose, frost-bitten tip, The patches where the feeble slip, The children laugh, the father’s play And seize the life from every day.
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I want to believe in God. Believing in God would give life meaning and purpose beyond this transient life. A higher authority means someone to answer to, someone to turn to for the answers, someone with a greater plan. God–a divine conductor for this orchestra we call life. But He does not make it easy.... Read More
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The rain continued well into the night, and I laid in bed and watched it spatter against the window in smeared orange until the solitary streetlight shut off and left me with gray distorted shapes. Slowly the light grew brighter again and with barely audible click shut off again. I counted this cycle thirty one... Read More
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His broken harmonica bantered on and on beneath rotting yellow teeth, calling out the evergreen heart, spruced and misled, tapering off until the rhino with his ponderous steps bellows and the measuring tape whips back into place. A mouthful of sand and cranberry and then in a blinking white splintering moment, the belly is shorn... Read More
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My stomach was in frenzy and my dead hands and feet struggled to keep me standing. Sobriety and anger mingled in an intoxicating mixture that had me running madly through the silent crowd, knocking people aside looking for something true. “God!” I called out in desperation. “You must believe.” I turned to see an elderly... Read More
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It was either an instant or one hundred years, but I knew I had not survived the fall. Actually, it must have been one hundred years because all of that seemed so far away and insignificant now. The most important thing right now was the pressure on the soles of my feet. That, and the... Read More
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The following is an extremely vivid dream I had this week. I woke in fright and after much consideration, I think the theme of this is ‘genuine faith’. There are three parts: The wind whipped around the four of us as if it too wanted us dead. Gunshots popped nearby and with each one the... Read More
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Well, in an unexpected turn I found internet access in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains, but only for a few moments, so here is a basic rundown of my week so far. I drove all day Saturday through Pennsylvania and Virginia and watched the sun set dusty rose on the Shenendoah Valley. I... Read More
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Well, in about five minutes I’m going to be heading out to North Carolina for the week, so I’m not going to be able to update the blog or check my email. I’ll be shooting down through Virginia and visiting Greenville, SC and maybe even Atlanta, GA. When I get back though I’ll be sure... Read More
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These are no magic numbers. I will wake up in the morning as every other day, inhale and pull the covers back. I will step from my bed and feel the soft, warm carpet on my naked feet. The sun will be somewhere overhead and the birches in my front lawn will still touch the... Read More
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Well, I’ve finally found Biblical proof for Jolly Old Saint Nick; I’ll let Zecheriah 2:6 speak for itself: “2:6 Ho, ho, come forth, and flee from the land of the north, saith the LORD:” Aha! There we go, all you skeptics! 😉
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Of Snowstorms, Scoundrels and Shooting Stars
Leaning up against the Jeep, I craned my neck back as far as I could to see Saturday night’s meteor shower and tugged my scarf closer to my neck. Since this was my first show, I looked up in anticipation of galactic fireworks and every other imagination science fiction can provide. Real life, as is... Read More
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Here is an excerpt from a larger piece I’m working on. Comments are more than welcome! Dark plumes of charcoal smoke spiraled upward into the midnight sky. A vague moon blistered and wavered above the dances of flames on the roof of the one-room cabin. A small form stood silhouetted against the orange blaze, stood... Read More
Hello, I’m Jesse.
