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… was distrusted—stews, chowders, casseroles. One of her commonest utterances was the world vile! stretched out to … with his finger. Not only was I a dinosaur freak, I was also tired of sleeping with a beat-up old hand puppet that I … my mother. She once removed a thermometer from my mouth, studied its findings, muttered 103.6 and slapped me across the …

… 25,000 Americans insulting him at once. Worst of all, the audience was howling his rival’s name. Or rather, his … poor mother’s fear. He sells pastries and studies to be a commercial accountant while the titles come one after the … When the bell separated them, the judges gave two advantage points to Boom Boom. “But that approach couldn’t last long. …

… her large brown eyes glossy, piercing with curiosity, yet also impish, as if she were enjoying a secret joke. She was … When we finally returned to the rented floor that has become a kind of home, we were heavy with the heat of the day … it a light, acknowledging touch, and then, brows raised obediently, wag her forefinger to let me know she too was …

… group of people setting out earnestly in the 1780’s to give combat to a corrupt age, a few were Friends and assorted … Party’s moral organizations. These were the societies parodied endlessly by the novelists of the nineteenth century as … editions in twenty-three languages—a recorded total of 1,268,000 copies—before Hall’s death. It in turn fades before …

Poems of Air The poems of air are slowly dying; too light for the page, too faint, too far away, the ones we’ve called The Moon, The Stars, The Sun, sink into the sea or slide behind the cooling trees at the field’s edge. The grave of light is everywhere. …