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It is undeniable, when in the embrace of the great pipe organ At the venerable old Episcopal church on Third Street, Or wholly encircled ..

It is decommissioned, off-limits, outright verboten, Yet is traversed nonetheless, Its patrons a mix of the pruriently curious, The t..

Bovine-like, we shall meet our deaths (Such is the scythe the reaper wields) No matter that the final breaths Come in stockyards or p..

They fall upon us over the spillways of time, Burbling at us through some Radio Free Nostalgia Courtesy of some college station sitting at ..

If you put the question to, say, one Ben Haramed, He would, as befits a wily old desert jackal, Find such notions of faith and fidelity ..

We’d make the journey, Hannibal-esque in nature, Either on foot (even on the most dogged of the dog days When the antidiluvian tar ..

There was, every spring, a new batch of pups, Yipping, nipping, clumsy balls of nappy fur, Looking for all the world like speckled tennis ..

They walk--no, more likely, they saunter, Embassy functionaries, associate profs at G-Dub, A smorgasbord of polka dots and vitae, Leopa..

Tanks roll Implacably; Radio Free Europe plays “On Broadway”, ode to pawnshops, pimps, w****s.

She slumped by the archway of the chapel, Forlorn, beaten in fact; She had come to these grounds from Plattsburgh, (Cold, martial little city..