this is all your fault
Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Saturday, October 30, 2010
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Hotel #7 Are you high? you whispered. The pillows hummed like sweet pools of lit amethysts, the sheets as smooth as a girl's long, lon...
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
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The 24 Hour Flu Was what she called it for weeks: all night popcorn, all night kitchen-wall scouring, all night swearing and weeping with ...
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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The Lost Wax Method I know about your fall, the time in the hospital. I know about 1983. When the sun stuck its hooks into the backs of your...
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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Take 23 a woman asks, "the horses, which side did they fall on during the quake?" and I tell he...
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