Cold Range, Hot Range By Thorpe Moeckel Fall 2009 | Criticism We’re at the Potts Mountain Shooting Rangeon a hot day in March, blowing ammo, 0 Comments
Spittoono Lily By Thorpe Moeckel Fall 2006 | Poetry Copenhagen, Kodiak, Grizzly, Skoal— Lily dipped them all, loved the brown shreds of leaf as they swashed against her tongue, escapees from the den of lip & gum, and it was nearly as meaningful when she was young, stealing pinches in the [...] 0 Comments
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