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Saint Romanus, Abbot | Done Protesting
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I would not believe in the Gospel if the authority of the Catholic Church did not move me to do so – St. Augustine. Saint Romanus, Abbot. St Romanus the Abbot. In the territory of Lyons, in the Jura Mountains, the death of St. Romanus, abbot, who first had led the life of a hermit there. His reputation for virtues and miracles brought under his guidance many monks. – The entry in the Roman Martyrology. By Sam Urfer on March 1, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Saint Romanus, Abbot.
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One Page Muse: May 2008
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Ramblings of an imagination, imprisoned on one side of paper. Coheen stood in front of his mirror, hands on his hips, fingers twitching with impatience and nervous sweat. He was looking grudgingly at the door, waiting for an answer. Where's my fuckin' holster? Shit, hold on. His bumbling assistant stumbled through the door, trying to pull his trousers up. From the crook of his arm, he tossed up a bolster, with a gun tucked inside. "Here ya go.". He wiped his hands off and left the hotel room. In other n...
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One Page Muse: One Page Stand
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Ramblings of an imagination, imprisoned on one side of paper. The clock on the nightstand shone "2:40" when she sat up, weary but restless. Beside her slept Jacob, his arms curled around his bare torso, his lips slightly ajar. His breathing was slow and gentle with a hint of mint breath spray and sweet sex. Aconite. The bottle was still in her purse, empty. The killer was now doing its deadly duty within Jacob. She smiled sheepishly. Or a sexually-deprived assassin, to be exact. Specifically, the challen...
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One Page Muse: June 2008
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Ramblings of an imagination, imprisoned on one side of paper. Taking a deep breath, she pushed aside the curtains and smiled at the morning sun, ready for another old day. The clock on the nightstand shone "2:40" when she sat up, weary but restless. Beside her slept Jacob, his arms curled around his bare torso, his lips slightly ajar. His breathing was slow and gentle with a hint of mint breath spray and sweet sex. She smiled sheepishly. Or a sexually-deprived assassin, to be exact. Specifically, the cha...
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One Page Muse: Morning
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Ramblings of an imagination, imprisoned on one side of paper. Taking a deep breath, she pushed aside the curtains and smiled at the morning sun, ready for another old day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Musings. Challenges. Words. This is a challenge to myself, but others may join. The writings on this blog are directly taken from those sheets of paper strewn about my room or tucked in my folders - no editing during the transition. Paragraph of the Ego. Berkeley, California, United States.
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One Page Muse: Changes In The Wind
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Ramblings of an imagination, imprisoned on one side of paper. Changes In The Wind. I changed my blog of musings to "One Page Muse", to be utilized as a container of short writings. And I do mean short. Starting May 26, 2008, all posts will be transcribed each from one sheet of paper, just one side. These stories will be senseless, they will be short, and they will be amusing. You can count on that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Musings. Challenges. Words. Specifically, the challenge is to write som...
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Parmandur Quettaron: "On the New Year: Or, The Earth Abides Forever"
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Thursday, January 3, 2008. On the New Year: Or, The Earth Abides Forever". Another year rolls down the calender. The world marches to the same old drumbeat. I found out this week that my cousins kid is. Which is fun to say, but I don't grok it. Just as when my cousin did not believe. Children my age watched a TV show called. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles". One generation follows another. Babel isolating by division. When the boy comes of age, and my children. Play their innocent games, explaining how.
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Parmandur Quettaron: The Destrucive Locomotive, part I
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Tuesday, January 1, 2008. The Destrucive Locomotive, part I. 8220;Sestina d é. Slacker” by Sam Urfer. I think I’ll talk about boredom. While I sit here in my privacy. Leaning back as I move my pen. Over the plain notebook paper. Seeking to attain a sense of ease. As I ponder what to write. It is no small matter to write. It does not always come with ease. Sometimes I just sit there and look at the paper. Hesitating to lift my pen. Afraid to put an end to my boredom. And break my wall of privacy. So, I to...
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Parmandur Quettaron: Chaos and Order in W. B. Yeats’ “The Second Coming”
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Sunday, January 6, 2008. Chaos and Order in W. B. Yeats’ “The Second Coming”. William Butler Yeats poem “. In terms of vocabulary, every word in this poem is specifically chosen to elicit the feeling of eminent doom and gloom in the reader. Negative words are featured prominently from the beginning, when “The falcon cannot hear the falconer” (line 2) and “the centre cannot hold” (3), setting up the highly pessimistic tone of the whole poem through negation. The fact that ‘mere’ has this doubl...This word...
