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American Rose

September 30, 2018March 7, 2026 Dallas Fender

“The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.” William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell AFTER CUTTING THROUGH A SLICE OF KEY LIME PIE in some dime store diner last week, I turned… Continue reading American Rose →

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Cheaters

February 15, 2017May 30, 2026 Dallas Fender

“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.” Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter I UNDER THE SPREADING CHESTNUT TREE, they leaned into each other for warmth as the rain fell steadily around them. It was… Continue reading Cheaters →

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The Red Balloon

August 27, 2016March 7, 2026 Dallas Fender

“I sit on a man's back choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am sorry for him and wish to lighten his load by all means possible....except by getting off his back.” Leo Tolstoy, What Then Must We Do I RANDOLPH ORNETTE COLEMAN AWOKE ONE NIGHT in… Continue reading The Red Balloon →

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Graceland

February 11, 2016March 7, 2026 Dallas Fender

"The condition of man...is a condition of war of everyone against everyone." Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan I IT WAS ELECTION DAY IN GRACELAND. I had lined up to vote in the party room on the main floor of my condo. By the time I arrived, the queue had already hit double digits. The anticipation in the… Continue reading Graceland →

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The Pale Criminal

May 2, 2015May 8, 2026 Dallas Fender

“An image made this pale man pale. He was equal to his deed when he did it; but he could not bear its image after it was done.”  Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra I While Dennis Flamingo was working, something had been growing inside him — not tumor, not fever, not any of the flamboyant… Continue reading The Pale Criminal →

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