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I mount the mule, settle into my chaps, pull up my bandanna. The cowboy cloth, I thought only an accessory,
Read moreFor a brief spell toward the end of his life, the master of the macabre also claimed another Northeast city as his haunt: Providence, Rhode Island. And while Poe’s dark tales of the supernatural may make him a Halloween favorite, his stint in Providence is a story fit for a more sentimental holiday—Valentine’s Day.
Read moreImage by Annie Spratt from Pixabay It was you and I, Then; That summer I took $100 And bought a
Read moreImage by Andreas Lischka from Pixabay I drove back 382 miles and 39 years To what’s no longer a home.
Read moreThe dogwood I planted last year has sprouted darts, rocks piled on the side, boastful testaments, to pick and shovel,
Read moreIt was the right time For the longest hug. Had my nephew fathomed the death of his own
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