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blurry mess of laughter, green-apple shots served up in test tubes, money won, and then a little bit ...
I look good. April and Jia tell me I’m ready to recite punk-anarchist genderfuck poems in a smoky ...
won’t sweep tomorrow unless I hit another stumbling block in the series of poems I’m trying to write ...
songs and poems just to tell others what was going on in their streets. That anger seeping through me ...
poetry. Anyone worth his or her salt in the world of literature wrote poems and taught poetry in the ...
you telling me?” She turned to face me, her voice tight. “I wrote her poems. In broken Spanish. I was ...
The Disneyland of Albany Avner had woken up too late. Only when he walked over to get the coffee going, his electric toothbrush humming along—how Netta used to hate that—and caught a glimpse of the clock on the kitchen counter did he realize he’d miscalcu ...