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  • A Moment's Worth Of Forever at storywrite
    Benny leaned back in the barber's chair as Charlie wiped the last traces of shaving cream from his neck and applied his favorite aftershave lotion. He splashed it on generously, yet carefully, making sure none spilled on Ben
  • Tock! at storywrite
    Tell me. No, no, that's not right. I mean, not phrased correctly. I seek an answer, so, answer me. Do you believe in fate? No, that's not exactly what I mean. Do you believe in curses? Yes, yes, that's what it is, a cu
  • Every Night Should Be Tuesday Night at storywrite
    I woke to the sound of a giant mosquito buzzing in my bedroom.  I opened my eyes.  It was still dark.  I zeroed in on the sound and swatted the obnoxious bug, si

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  • on 'Myself' by Edgar Albert Guest, on November 1

    Slight disagreement

    I have to disagree with the last line of the poem. I don't believe he wants to be 'conscience free'. I interpret 'conscience free' to mean not having a conscience. If that were the case, we could do anything, no matter how heinous, without regrets. I think he meant 'conscience free' to be the same as a clean conscience, but is being constricted by the rhyme pattern. But then again, he may think of 'conscience free' as being a conscience that has no regrets and is free from guilt. I think I'm thinking too much, but a poem that makes you think is a good poem.

  • on Picnic: July 1917 by Rose Macaulay, on October 28

    Mark and Julia

    Thanks for the heads-up. I did some research and you are correct.

  • on R-E-M-O-R-S-E by George Ade, on October 13

    W.C.T.U.?

    I was curious and had to look it up.

    The Woman's Christian Temperance Union.

    The WCTU was organized by women who were concerned about the the destructive power of alcohol and the problems it was causing their families and society.

    They met in churches to pray and then marched
    to the saloons to ask the owners to close their establishments.

  • on The Gecko by Leon Gellert, on August 2
    The rogue is gone.
    Thanks for the good eye.