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Bastard Sunrise

The Rough Slouching Beast has been born in Washington. Upon its birthing what bastard sunrise were we promised to relinquish our souls? What white dawn in darkness was actually immune cells rallying to fight a growing cancer? Now that it has begun metastasizing upon our national flesh, tell me, O toothless sages of our faith, what is your plan to restore our birthright of azure, blush mornings while we can still live to see them?

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Ralph Sergi

Date: 9/4/2017 5:43:00 PM

Very deep and profound, Dale . I'm in awe of this sunrise in context.!

Jan Allison

Date: 9/2/2017 3:21:00 PM

gosh Dale this is so powerful and the imagery is intense:-) hugs jan xx

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 9/2/2017 4:06:00 PM

Thanks, Jan. I'd hoped that what I had to say would resonate with people.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/1/2017 5:37:00 PM

wowowow, I LOVE THIS. Amazing and a fave!

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 9/1/2017 6:05:00 PM

Gosh, Andrea, thanks so much!!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/31/2017 6:51:00 PM

Eye-catching title! Interesting write, Dale!

John Lawless

Date: 8/31/2017 8:34:00 AM

The title hooked me Dale. But we must remember there are bastards at sunset too. Well written with very sharp line breaks. Made me stop and think....which, I believe, means it succeeded.

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 8/31/2017 9:05:00 AM

Thanks very much, John!

Vijay Pandit

Date: 8/30/2017 4:46:00 PM

Very creative, Dale--lovely original thought--good ending--for now there are no answers!

Chris Green

Date: 8/30/2017 4:41:00 PM

This sounds a bit angry to me but I like it.

Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: 8/30/2017 4:44:00 PM

Hi, Chris. Nice to hear from you!