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The Road to the Country
… there by accident. He had left camp with the Royal Niger Company at Port Harcourt  and rode his bicycle into the forest in search of undiscovered species of animals.) Thus, only a map sketched by the hands of God himself … The country is the land of men who bear in their bodies the mark of war. The country is of men who carry the …
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Eggheads
… his brother Howard In the Thearle Music Building in San Diego in the fifties, Which probably would have made me an … without the smarts. It’s politics Where stupidity and style combine to form the perfect storm, As a host of stylized, … Of the Sunday morning talk shows, mouthing talking points In chorus, playing their parts with panache and …
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Diagnostic II
Diagnostic II Over the past fourteen days how many days have you felt         blue? For none of the time for some of the time for all of the time         for all time Over the past fourteen days how many days have you felt         gray? Over the past …
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Creation Myth
… the cry that opens the shutters. She says changeling, become a boy . Once I was a dream-animal running. I knew there … raised whose eyes widen toward bloom as they stand: two bodies of struggle. The officer believes the instrument’s … the bright cylinder from which the bullet will emerge and points it toward a future intention. Color the cloth …
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The Year of Not Believing
… not even in the worst of it, I get hung up on. She died so suddenly all I can picture is the oxygen mask …
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Dark Noise
… are dream’s jazz. You’ve never heard this stuff?  Well, also popular last week we had an older groom  the night … after all day at the pool,  her tenderness in restive competition with a husband  who has slept beside a wife for … can call it that, leaves very little secret. A rhythm  steadier, smoother, humbler than waves: inhalations  the size of …
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