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Oasis Bridesmaids

You told me to stay with your brothers at the open bar, while you kicked off the glowing shoes that

“ray light morning fire lynch, yester pain in dreams comes again” opening like eyelids resistant to the existence of realities

(The United Steelworkers monument to workers killed on the job stood in front of Local 9477’s union hall before its

Same guy, ponytail now gray, still strong, enduring as the word, scrappy. Larry the legend, busted ass, eight hours in

After leaving Richmond in 1837, Edgar Allan Poe moved to New York City to pursue a position in journalism. Little

There’s much more to Edgar Allan Poe’s work than wistful poetry, cleverly sarchastic humor tales or short stories of unspeakable

Here I am Redundant, an Andy Warhol poster A few smears of new thought for variety Here I am

Saturday You will hold a candle, Protect the flame with your palm. Some will carry signs, “Stand For Peace”; There

The dimpled water can’t decide On inscrutable green Or metallic gray. The sky, a quilt of whites, grays, Patches

the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop