K. L. Shipley
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…continued his whispering exhortation, “Boredom is a sin against Allah, all of life has beauty and taste . . .
By K. L. Shipley
As my mind drifted…
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Justin is odd. That’s the plain truth of it. I’ve known him since he was born. He was a gentle, kind, daydreamy, sort of …
By K. L. Shipley
Wishing is a tricky business
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My Mother would often say to some overexpectatius wish of mine, “ If wishes were horses, beggars would ride”. Clearly an expression with years of use. Moreover, an expression of brutal reality. Had I taken it to heart, I might’ve avoided…
By K. L. Shipley
A hollow drum holds…
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… his life was really spotless. It was only that he considered it so. Not that he really considered anything. Michael Potts was impervious to legal niceties, moral turpitude, and common sense. Whatever he did was okay…
By K. L. Shipley
Echoes in time..
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…history had barely begun, when ideas were replacing instinct, when grunts were becoming speech, a mysterious people were unknowingly laying the foundation of both western and eastern civilization. Their proto words and beliefs spread across…
By K. L. Shipley
How often does,” Go, Go…
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…sympathies are completely with old Plautus. Yours, too, I imagine. The sun-dial was bad enough. Now we have ever-more refined ways of slicing our days into ever-more itsy-bitsy pieces. We are obsessed by time. We never have enough…
By K. L. Shipley