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… but stayed in her room and cracked the door. Funerals are, for the living, social events, but to think about …
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Afterwinds, while inside the head of the cloud The Gold Codes are the launch codes the president must keep on his person to initiate a nuclear strike. Nicknamed “the biscuit,” there’s something domestic about it, as though nuclear attack were akin to …
Poetry
… Is difficult to do Unless a calm, an inner certainty Comes to you softly in the midst of war, Setting you … no matter where. To be So deftly sure, so wise Wins points in squash. In another, harder game, Word-play, a …
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… lost his insurance, Still a young man, though no kid. He died slowly. He wasn’t Able to get to a phone, and he clawed …
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… the time I felt nothing for no one. There were definitely points when I had felt some kind of way she felt in those … I don’t have to read those diaries for instructions or even company. Instead, I can live my life, which doesn’t have …
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Lapwings A March sky pinned with stars— purple, almost, and a blue mist in the wheat stubble. Under the laburnum, we waited— the chains of leaf, its cascades of gold flower gone, and the whole tree drooping like an open hand, loose at the wrist. And …