S'Word Play

S’word Play Have we become so frail that we must take our pen and go home because we can’t get along with the other writers? Must we throw tantrums stomp our feet and scream “Stop it! Stop it!” “I’m gonna tell the teacher” “Mom, Billy won’t play right!” Is our self esteem so brittle we must be encased in bubble rap buoyed by fatuous praise lest offense be taken to a simple suggestion. Could we not celebrate our eclecticism allow each stone its rough edges each gem its distinguishing facets each word the power of the pen to overcome the sword. John G. Lawless 9/18/2015