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Island She would cry every time we put her in the carriage. That was all right, and the way I had to lean sideways...
The Muse of Poesy by Konstantin Makovsky - http://www.flickr.com/photos/sofi01/5644403250/, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15340349   Greetings! It's Greg, your Literary Editor here. We've revived the regular publication...
Tent Sometimes in the morning, before opening my eyes, I dream of our tent, that tiny green dome. From behind its walls thin as skin, I hear birds, leaves, a...
I want to write about nipples even though no word is safe I write about nipples because they make me uncomfortable and the things I cannot...
Tossing away sandwiches, chewing gum, cigarettes, he made his heaven from wrappers, commerce’s carapace. Who would discard the meat of the thing: shake out the book and bow...