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… in Albuquerque during most of his time on the “Hill.” She died in 1945, shortly before the Trinity test. Once people …
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… Halfway to Rasta but so way-far-way from home, prayer becomes a little easy, comes to him organic-like where beer … is the foreigner’s advantage. With slow talk and hand signals, pictures poked at while spotting needle in the groove, … riddim different swung. Once, in my bedsit I watched eyes die and nose-holes enliven, twitch as mysteries in the …
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… rain, it’s sober, a drunk without a drink. Still, tourists come for sun and ocean, list rare wine in pretty bottles, pretty girls in bare sandals and smiles. I’m looking at the afternoon sunshine …
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… the pear and fig fall prior to their time, let the radios die and the hounds freeze over their meat. Let the balconies … is not enough, the equations of the mathematician must each come wrong, strangely, inexplicably, the remedies must run … But now the war can’t know what it wants: we make meals, pay a tax and dream nothing hard enough to wake us. Not …
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… I thought back to that text he sent a few months before he died. I’d been going through a rough stretch and crushed … I could turn the key. You can’t have a phone in those hospitals, so I didn’t see it until I got discharged. Dan I love …
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… They move through the exit. The drama of their earthly life comes to a close…. These children, unoffending, innocent, … be more given to visitation than most. They wouldn’t have come whole; they would have arrived in bits and pieces, the … girls would have been only a few years older than me. They died as I was born. They were blown to the winds of 1963. I …