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Retail

A pox on the mall. We got byon meager praise and preening egos.Those insidious fluorescents made dismal the cool summer

Audio, Poems

Fishing

On the way to fish one afternoonthe summer I turned fifteen,my father stunned me by saying: I hope you’re not

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