A sparrow slanted across the sunlight, onto the window ledge, and cocked his head at me. His eye was round and bright. First he’d watch me with one eye, then flick! and it would be the other one, his throat pumping faster...
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so bless me I’m ruminatin on the old times when virtue was its own so-called reward and acquired a...
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Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s...
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The Killers The door of Henry’s lunchroom opened and two men came in. They sat down at the...
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On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins. The term isn’t mine,...
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The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s...
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Days passed. I looked at my e-mail, at my regular mail, but not with any hope. I often wrote to...
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The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change...
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Concision A single Finnish word can describe the blast of heat that occurs when water is poured on...
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