Stephen Evans's Writings
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Short Story
Jun.24.2012
Twitter (@AspenSeventh)
It really bothers me that my animal crackers don't all face the same direction.
Also I can't tell the rhinos from the hippos.
Which is important because hippos are more dangerous in milk.
My mother says eating animal crackers involves a complicated ethos.
Ethos is Greek for Because I Said So.
I think it may also be the name of one of the three musketeers.
I saw...
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Poem
May.21.2012
Seek the path
Of vital devastation.
In the white pines,
Spring Forward.
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Poem
Mar.07.2012
On Brighton Beach, the tourists say,
the ice cream vendors come this way,
and come and go,
and come and go,
on Brighton Beach,
the tourists know.
On Brighton Beach, the bathers say,
the shifting waves are quick and gay,
and come and go,
and come and go,
On Brighton Beach,
the bathers know.
On...
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Article
Jun.08.2011
Henry David Thoreau goes into a publishers's office.
Publisher: So you have a book. What is it called? Waldo?
Thoreau: Walden, or Life in the Woods.
Publisher: So you went to the woods.
Thoreau: Precisely.
Publisher: And?
Thoreau: What do you mean?
Publisher: What happened?
Thoreau...
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Poem
May.27.2011
Sparrows arguing
outside, early evening ,
while we say nothing.
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Short Story
Jan.15.2011
Paula and Iris are drinking coffee in the office kitchen.
“We’re giving them a toaster as a wedding gift,” Paula says cheerfully.
Iris turns away suddenly, shielding her eyes from Paula’s view with a coffee cup that says World’s Greatest oM.
Paula leans in and puts her hand in Iris’ shoulder.
“What is it?” she asks.
Iris turns, tears leaking into the acrid...
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Poem
Jan.03.2011
On bended nights, the resolution drums
Succumb, the eyelids fade and love's unmade
the bed that once you left: so red, all thumbs,
I might fumble the cap or wrap or strap or blade
of faintly rosy Marmelade (Oh yes,
I am Fructified, Crucified, Ossified, Flossified,
until
Demeroled,...
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Poem
Aug.27.2010
In the maul of Ihknaton,
Wending the great hypostle pall,
The bearded prince in blind pursuit
Hunts revelations now irresolute.
Where mushroom-jeweled Seti rations
Judgement on the hypaethral,
The fabled adversaries pause,
While She bears youth within her fluent jaws.
The long suspended confrontation
Consecrates the ancient thrall.
"The answer was Man....
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Article
Aug.06.2010
A Private Conversation with Wittgenstein
Reading Ludwig Wittgenstein's Philosophical Investigations is an apt reminder of the qualities he attributes to language: it is fuzzy, open-ended, and perhaps ultimately indefinable. But Philosophical Investigations purports not only to tell us, but also to show us, how a true philosophical investigation should...
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Poem
May.10.2010
The pressure of the promise we forget,
we old ones, when we see
the pale young ones lying stricken on the floor.
We shake our heads for blighted springs,
and sheltered summers fall to wintry death;
We hoped for so much more for them than this.
Have we not learned, as they
from watching us? They know.
All things fail that strive at all.
There is no other...
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Memory in reverse is Imagination.”
—The Magical Dog Who Never Sleeps
About Stephen
Stephen Evans is a playwright and author who came to Maryland for the waters. He was not misinformed.
Connections
Causes Stephen Evans Supports
Best Friends Animal Society (http://www.bestfriends.org)