Monthly Archives: July 2010

Singing From a Crouch

By Allan Roy Andrews I am of a line of catchers whose knees creak at the bend and whose cheeks protrude from their embrace of ’baccy. Even my mother’s smile shows the legacy:  a chipped tooth smashed by a bat … Continue reading

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Adoption

By Allan Roy Andrews   Geese screech southward in boomerang families, chasing the brightening horizon. Phalanxes against a gunmetal sky, they bend to no wind or word save the Master’s and bear down the cloud-pocked boulevard of heaven their servant … Continue reading

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Death of The Lone Ranger

By Allan Roy Andrews He galloped to an era unmasking foibles in electronic heroes and tarnishing spangles with slick songs. His tacky mask, a harlequin’s ploy, coyly hid his love-need; he misplaced his loins on a pale Arabian stallion. His … Continue reading

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Faith Quandary

By Allan Roy Andrews Peter repented and received keys to the kingdom; Thomas believed when offered the test of wounded flesh; But Judas stands abandoned, left holding the accusing sop. He threw a silver bribe at the feet of murderers, … Continue reading

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Racer

By Allan Roy Andrews     Slender, thinner than one ought, Her thighs taut, her back sloped To drive body-force into revolutions, She conquers nature, a captain At the helm, married to the wind And snarling at her upstream cruise. … Continue reading

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When Mary Frye Was Dying

(In memoriam:  Mary Frye Hatcher, 1948-2003) BY ALLAN ROY ANDREWS When Mary Frye was dying, friends at church knelt longer, but she shied from broadcast, asked no pulpit declaration; she had rather let word trickle through the pews. Mary Frye … Continue reading

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One of Their Kind (My Cowboys Have Always Been Singers)

By Allan Roy Andrews My cowboys have always been singers, totin’ guitars and not forty-fours, and they’d never demand sarsaparilla as they strode through those carved, swinging doors. They’d more likely ride on the airwaves than on stallions with saddles … Continue reading

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