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*** This cold is historic, and I worry about the feral cats. How can they survive outside the warmth and safety ..

*** It must be magic. I’d say miracle, the surgeon’s dexterous one-handed fete -- his hand is an arachnid ..

*** I’d already had a nip or twenty. I wasn’t cleared for takeoff but I reached for my clouded mind anyway and b..

*** This morning the last two recruits were ordered to feed the canons; a risky maneuver, a finger or a future can be lost..

*** I knew it was love when your toes curled under you made those little yip sounds like coyote pups learning to howl. ..

*** Did you know Pablo? He came from Santiago. You speak his language so I hoped you might have known him. You’re ..

*** It’s late, near halfway, and I, the pensive rock, lie just outside the stream bed waiting the flood’s lift ..

*** I paint for reasons unreachable; honors come to those who complete; I abandon -- and a search immediately beg..

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*** The best poets, really great poets, are all in jail, busted flat, penniless, a handout asked and a ticket received ..