Wild Columbian Hippos
/"Oh, what's the fuss? We…
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…hard to picture Hippos on the lam. They don't have the lean hard physique typical of fugitives. Although they can run very fast. I don't…
By K. L. Shipley
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Throw't Away Mon
/Modern machines never…
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…what the barefoot Rastaman at the electronic repair shop said to me. I had brought in my old fax machine for repair. “How long you have this Mon”? I said, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe nine or…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreTroubadour
/When embellishment is…
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…like the musical sound of this word. It's not quite onomatopoeia, but there…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreIn Praise Of...
/…are overviews of whatever is being generalized. Specifics are not useful until they’re recognized as part of a pattern. A pattern of similar, yet, disparate events produces the possibility…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreSequestered
/I recently turned 17. With the number…
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…said that there is a fine line between being alone and loneliness. One is filled with self-content, whereas the other a stark, constant reminder of the lack thereof. The former implies that your company is sought after only if I value it greater…
By Ishani Manvi
Read MoreHow Sophisticated
/Sophistication, even at its…
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…words, with strained relations. They are words often at odds with each other, but bound by lineage, nonetheless. The Greeks of the Classic Age had varying views of Sophia. For some, she was the goddess of wisdom. For others, it was…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreNever Enough To Do
/For Mom, being Mother…
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…was always busy at something. She would plunge headlong into whatever came her way. Not only was she busy, she kept my Father busier than he might have been otherwise. (Moms probably always keep Fathers busier than they might have been otherwise). She made…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreJust A Regular Guy
/He seemed like a nice guy…
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…average height, sort of sandy maybe light brown hair, plain clothes and shoes, never see him with a hat, I guess that’s about it”. “Anything else, friends…
By K. L. Shipley
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