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About me - Benjamin Hanowell

The first thing you should know about me is that I'm old enough now to realize how dreadfully young that I am in comparison to...heck, my first car! (Which was a 1979 Ford Thunderbird. Never got to drive it, though. Long story.) The second thing you should

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 3 of 311
The FireblossomsLocked in the cold restlessness of the winter seasonLies the heat of a light, born of the long-pastAnd drifting harvest moon, and of the fireblossom sunThat blooms in the summer-time haze.It makes slow progress through ice-stormsAnd frigid sheets of sleet and rain.In a dark chasm, fragile shards of lightSeek l... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Science fiction: 23 of 291
The Antelope Falls with the ArrowHe was the last to read. Before, when printed letters filed passed his eyes like terracettes from a car window, there were the words of an old neophyte from Mission Dolores who was, like him, the last of a kind. Although he thought he'd never committed them to memory, he whispered those words ... More..
Sciences > Social Science (Other) Natural selection versus life experience and human behavior: 1 of 4
Discourse on defining human nature: the case of the Tasaday(The following is an edited version of an essay written for a class focusing on the subject of evolution and human behavior, taught by Dr. Roger Sullivan at the California State University, Sacramento, in the spring semester of 2006.)Portrayals of the Tasaday and the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 330 of 722

Torn from a redwood coast and thrust upon a citywhere the only sacrament was whiskeyor the blood that comes from bottles.One lay empty in your room.And once the gloom was lifted, red was green.All that for blood now meant for coin.And then fan blades spun politely above triadic incandescencethat was poured upon your faceand m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Darkness: 136 of 227
Creature of the NightOrThe toughest looking broad I ever metRight out of the grim dark, she came to me on a Saturday nightmare.Right out of the shadows, she came to me to play a game.She lifted her face to gaze across the table,Revealing scars that twisted faintly over her eyesLike the smoke from the tip of her cigarette.Righ... More..