Monthly Archives: April 2015

“My Name is Bob”

Posted on April 28, 2015 by vb guenther

(I’m not very good at writing about myself, so I thought I’d tell the story of Bob and why Bob is Bob.) I am from the middle. I’ve always been in the middle. Like my name Bob. B on each end … Continue reading →

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“An Alliterative Absurdity”

Posted on April 16, 2015 by vb guenther

The radiant rays of a reticent sun resolutely remain reclused behind a resplendent rose-colored cloud. They refuse to reappear as requested by the resounding roar of ritualistic revivalists who seek to recruit the reluctant rural residents with their reinvigorated regimen … Continue reading →

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“The Magic of Mother Carey’s Chickens”

Posted on April 11, 2015 by vb guenther

I stand on the bow of the ship. The wind cleanses my face but the rain does not dilute the pain in my heart. A minor storm on the weather chart it rages as a major assault on the nucleus … Continue reading →

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