An Elegy for Mother, or, an Attempted Remembrance of the Great Storm We say she lives on, untrue, in recollection like the dragon having hungered for more than kinsfolk — those long gone, flea-bitten, and burrow-rid by toxic smoke too hazy sick for honest...
counter girl by Monique Quintana There was a cute girl that checked us in at the counter. I liked her dimples the best, the way they dipped. I wanted to stick my pinky finger in them. They were so cute. She gave us the key for room 119. She was the best thing about...
politically-inclined.com *** CAMPAINS by Jim Palombo Politics Editor Yes, both the Republican and Democratic conventions have been painful. In the most free, most prosperous country in the world the political dialogue surrounding who will lead the country is...
FORTY WHACKS by Charles Edward Brooks My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tambours I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony. —Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet ...
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