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| Hollowed be Thy Name
| | Stones. Collected, connected and set with... | | Words: | 163 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics'a Review
| | What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics Adrienne Rich W. W. Norton and Company, New York: 2003 It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what... | | Book Reviews | | Updated: | 18-03-07 |
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| I.
| | Donâ??t read this.... | | Words: | 120 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Roommate
| | The piece of pizza was keeping the ghost around. All things considered, the situation could have been much worse than it was. The ghost was rather laissez-faire in its haunting, rarely upsetting the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 20-02-07 |
| Words: | 851 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| On writing and graduating
| | Graduating college is something like entering purgatory. Of course, there are the blessed few who miraculously bypass limbo and find themselves immediately in post-grad heavenâ??the perfect job, the... | | Words: | 506 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| To Lady Liberty on the Death of Saddam (perfomance poem)
| | The same week that the UK repaid its debt to you from World War Two with interest you asked your own for a hundred billion dollars on top of the hundred billion dollars you already spent that year on... | | Words: | 547 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Simeon's Descent
| | There was a war on, but then, there was always a war on in the desert. I may have been journeying for a few days or a few months, I really had no way of knowing. However long it was, it was just time... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 11-02-07 |
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| Propaganda?
| | Victorian curves... | | Words: | 17 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Rhumba Genesis
| | "Now it still ripples, it still murmurs,... | | Words: | 234 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Crucible
| | A dance around a fire, a ring of hands, A finger-prick, a drop spilled on a stone, Tituba teaches voodoo to the daughters. God spare us from whatâ??s whispered in the shadows! God spare us from the... | | Words: | 320 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Before the Bus Comes
| | He knows that as he turns back from his window... | | Words: | 123 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Suburbia Sonnet
| | The Sweating has begun. I do not see... | | Words: | 98 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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