City Limits
Once every year, we slaughterthe bulls. We make burnt offerings to God while clans of poor Tejanosjump in old Ford […]
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Lip Gloss, Belgium
The phone company sent me six bills, postage 42 centseach, to tell me I owed 26 cents. Then they sent
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from a Conversation with Molly Peacock
FOX: Many poets have talked about music or jazz as being akin to poetry. It seems to me in terms
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The Softie
When there was something C wanted to say,but he could only see it, not say it,he’d tell his father,“I can