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Revolt

Animals go loony when earthquakes and volcanoes gather their murderous forces. But dogs and owners sleep silently even as teachers in the hamlets of West Virginia summon the courage of miners and rich kids in Florida ask daddy for the […]

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Animals go loony when earthquakes and volcanoes gather their murderous forces. But dogs and owners sleep silently even as teachers in the hamlets of West Virginia summon the courage of miners and rich kids in Florida ask daddy for the […]

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Anne Judy Godwin Poem II

Anne Judy Godwin Poem II odd times like the way a sunbeam hits a car's chrome I remember Anne "Judy" Godwin who I met Ocean City, MD, 1961 the evening ocean graying and then the color

Oasis Bridesmaids Wikipedia Commons

Oasis Bridesmaids

You told me to stay with your brothers at the open bar, while you kicked off the glowing shoes that tragically matched the vomit pink of your bridesmaids’ gowns. You bounced to join

Given the Space Between Trees

Space, like time, is psychological                                                                                  as well as physical                                                                                              —Georgia O'Keeffe        —Laleh and Ledan Bijani, 29-year-old Iranian twins                                 joined at the head, died

Statues

He sits like one of the park’s statues, knit cap pulled down to his eyes, blanket tugged up to his mouth, five rotten teeth his most memorable feature. I put a dollar in

Captain America in the Mirror

i am a broken plastic superhero i was so captain america but the orgies of tornadoes and the prophecies from the underground shelters have disintegrated my shield no one wants to reach out give it is all take the

Who the Hell Am I?

In 1970, after dropping out of college in Washington, D.C., I moved to Baltimore where I lived in a row home still heated by a coal furnace on West

Sanibel

The evening before, sands were a flea market. Bronze pen shells, necklaces of barnacles, Purple urchins, mottled purse crabs, spotted like the barrels of paint horses, ivory bivalves picked clean as steamers after the feast. Shoppers

West of the Park

West of the Park I grew up in DC on the other side of 16th Street in Rock Creek Park. I was lucky to be born on the ‘right side’ of 16th Street. That was

Just Balloons On A Bridge

It will be a hot night; They all are in August On the West Baltimore streets. Where people die and rats live. The sun is setting; Reds and deep purples Like a Ravens jersey painted

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