 Grandpa’s Ghost
by James Erwin Poling
But possibly my fate is worse, or more insane, for I willingly choke my own life; straining against my collar at the very edge of my run, I refuse to acquiesce to my proscription. It is my own fault, I could submit, and lead a peaceful life barking on command with my neighbors--as the minions of Pavlov would have of me. I don’t think they deserve the satisfaction, and I cannot bring myself to allow it to them. (Read more...)
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