Advent was once a mini-Lent, a time to confess and cleanse your soul of sins. In a kind of reversal of that spirit, and in honor of our modern remaking of the season, I wrote a very brief but very compacted piece of seven lines for the News and Observer. In “Seven Deadly Friends,” our old friends the seven deadly sins don’t get a line each, they shift for position and have a few others visiting.
In print, this morning or online at the link above. Enjoy.







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Loved these “Seven Deadly Friends” for its outrageous embrace of our sinful sides. Is extravance really a sin? It is if you do it right. This poem is an expression of extravagance itself.