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May 2019 – Phil Cline

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Wednesday Poetry Rendering

Wednesday Poetry Rendering

May 29, 2019 by philcline in / /

The Space Between                     by Phil Cline The space between is where life is,  Where emotion is, where feeling Is, The space Between fists raised in furious rage,  Held, poised, awaiting,  Brutality’s rapture, And  Poor arms pale, splayed Underneath. Weak,  Inadequate.   In that space Between.  In that, time, no time,  Before the hit  Where Dread resides,  […]

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Cline on the Constitution – Interpretation

Cline on the Constitution – Interpretation

May 27, 2019 by philcline in / / /

In November, President Trump referred to a federal District Court Judge as an “Obama judge.”  Uncharacteristically, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, John Roberts, rebutted the President in a public statement.  He said, “We do not have Obama judges or Trump judges, Bush judges or Clinton judges, . . . (an) independent judiciary is something we should […]

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Reckless Kings

Reckless Kings

May 22, 2019 by philcline in / /

Nothingness to nothing, Returned my King.  Reckless his good deeds,  Legend his evil deeds, Augmented, layer by layer, atop Vaults too deep for excavation, among Rows of tombs, Subterranean  Cellars, protected  From jocund birds, raucous, Gossiping in the tree tops Amid mornings aborning.  Returned my King, Nothingness to nothing. Vexed by bumps and bruises, Staggered […]

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