There are certain things I’ve always wanted to do: learn to play the cello, win an NEA grant, be famous for single-handedly slaying a vast army of Orcs, publish the poetry of Peter Davis, etc. (See that segue there?) I first...
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We went sledding. I pulled plastic bags over my feet before I...
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There is a situation often referred to as poetry. If you...
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According to all the dead people, death is a pretty...
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I haven’t got much time to write this because I...
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