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Modern CharonbyMichael R. BurchI, too, have stood―paralyzed at the helmwatching onrushing, inevitable disaster.I too have felt sweat (or ecstati..

I’ve written enough small poetryto start a nuclear war.Do you want to die in trafficbehind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall..

Nicky, the neighbor’s dog, drags a road kill home.A beautiful pelt like those fox shoulder garments women wore in the forties.But the head is cr..

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