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Hard Uncles
…                          In the back— Roll another one, Freddie B. Smoke and booze hold hands,             Swing from …
Blue Train
… “My darling little boy all grown up into a hunk of a man. Come give mommy a hug.” She walked into the lube bay. She … playing the head to “Kansas City.” “A month now he’s been coming,” Mr. Beasley said. “Every week. Same tune every … shone on the aluminum shell. It was time I got a job. 263-278 By Eric Miles Williamson …
This Particular Tartar
… on the fingers of your hands. It’s a large number that conceals mysteries. Also, to hold a hecatomb is considered the … chieftains no longer terrorize nations. What insurgent commander would come up to the ankle of Timour-Leng?! He who … on a sheet of crimson. * * * Skulls split with axes, bodies hacked to bits, eyes gouged out, breasts torn off, …
Hail Our Britannic Bicentennial
… is only necessary to call our iffy questions “counterfactuals” for them to pass muster in her wardrobe. And indeed it … what a close shave it was. Everything, after all, hinged on command of the sea, that fickle element which has brought so … British naval squadrons, Hood’s coming up from the West Indies and Graves’s coming from New York, had not been able to …
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Hawk-Man
… Hawk-Man   I’m a man who believed that I died twenty years ago,  and I live like a man who is dead … home. I don’t have to read further; I know of the week to come—the flight to Detroit,  the Ford Auditorium, the … The image is editorial, a day after the fire, but the composition is classical: The Deposition , Christ’s descent …
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We Write for Our Own Time
… will have upon us is not infallible, since others will come after them and judge them in their turn. It goes … this desire for the absolute very well. I desire it also. But need we go so far afield to look for it? It is … it is a good or a bad action . Later, when the time has died, it will become relative; it will become a message. But …
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