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Laurie Kolp's Writings

Column
May.19.2011
The Dead Mule School Society of Southern Literature
I met Bill after I moved to Southeast Texas. From early fall until hunting season ended, Bill spent his weekends in the Big Thicket. I knew if I ever wanted to spend any time with him, I would have to go hunting. After all, most of the men I knew loved to hunt. I needed to know why. “I want to go hunting with you tomorrow,” I said one Friday night. “Are you sure...
Poem
Kate's refrigerator magnet
May.19.2011
Skive Magazine: Americana
   In preschool Kate painted the American flag with red and white-fingered streaks, a horizon of promised opportunity; and a squiggled square of blue with white dots, a domino of tolerance on the upper left; waving hello in a cottony sky of dreams. Kate’s words, printed in black Sharpie by her teacher, “When I see the flag I think of freedom and God,”...
Poem
May.19.2011
The Christian Communicator
 Like a bird pecks at seed, the writer picks her words apart ever protective of their nesting place mindful of all prey who come down aimlessly, sweeping away all hope the hungry ones devour.