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… we’d   hiked in the Utah desert, how close to death we’d come,for me to find the one vanishing handprint that … the next world’s light, faint, diffuse, placental, that readies us to emerge open-eyed into whatever body and place has … spring our thirst had conceived. You were our prayer not to die. It was then the tent wall was touched by a faint …

… The Actress and The Comedienne (Or “Free Lunch”)   Renée S / Flickr   The … You know what? The other day, I called her up,” she points to the Actress, “and I asked her if she ever touches … The Actress and The Comedienne (Or “Free Lunch”) …

… Soldier-Poets of the Vietnam War In the spring of 1972, a slim … But others have persisted, and some have gone on to become among the best poets of their generation. Even before … in Vietnam was 19-and-a-half (in World War II it had been 26). They had grown up in the shadow of their fathers’ …

… rocking us toward day. In the engine room there are 15 dials to watch; I check their stories every 20 minutes … necks tied to a string, who now rests somewhere in the complex currents off Point Patience where the pirates used … all her sixth-grade sailors whom she cannot save, but will comfort through the cold night watches while they try to …

… the car, all of them looking straight into the camera as soldiers will, grinning, rifles and thin bayonets upraised. His … the cottage. His wife stood behind his chair, watching me come. But he remained facing partly away, wearing white … he had, and sometimes briefly a protégé, but no equals. Somewhere I have seen it written—I cannot speak for its …