Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

Soul-Stinger

Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

Soul-Stinger

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Never think the word soul; certainly never say it in anger or disgust unless to conjure from some wild bestiary a soul-stinger, something scorpion-like-stinger long as a braided whip-that injects a just venom into a malignant soul and thus removes it from the pantheon of lost and tortuous miscreants, a merciful end even for the unjust. Not long ago a court determined that sexual harassment in the military was just part of the job, to be expected in that culture. I want that soul-stinger to do its job. I imagine the thick, oily stab, the barbed removal, the fiery love I have for such a venomous creature.

After Shakespeare's When Icicles Hang by the Wall

There are certainly icicles hanging by the wall, down the clapboards, dripping from the eaves, downspouts, gutters and a last course of curling shingles. Thirty days. A month-but who's counting-of days below the freeze mark; it never stops. …

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