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Ice Age
Read more: Ice AgeIn photographs The ladies scream or laugh It’s hard to tell. Heads back they bare their teeth In agonies of joy or rage Or grief; it’s hard to tell. All that remains of them Withered icons growing ever dim. Choosing’s painful; being chosen’s Worse. Some lop the juice First spurt and say that’s tastiest; Some…
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Lewis Carroll
Read more: Lewis CarrollLewis Carroll: Open Your Mouth And Close Your Eyes, or…Nympholepsy considered as one of the Fine Arts “And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?”“Where I am now, of course,” said Alice.“Not you!” Tweedledee retorted contemptuously, “You’d be nowhere! You’re only a sort of thing in his dream!”Through the…
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The Wedding Dress
Read more: The Wedding Dressa Ballet Characters:CHORUS (white-clothed & black-clothed.)WHITE-HAIRED MAN (husband), WHITE-HAIRED WOMAN (wife) SET: A low bed with scrim behind it, a table, a sewing machine, surrounded by a garden. Old couple in the bed. CHORUS member (white-clothed) brings out SUN. Couple yawn, stretch, wake up, perform yoga sun salutations in perfect harmony together, smiling frequently at…
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Haunted Wedding
Read more: Haunted WeddingThe pregnant car disgorges Only us. It’s winter. Drunk as silver fish We beat our gills as light As hummingbirds. In an amethyst ring Of drypoint trees The half-built house Gapes and swells Its timbers stink of sap. Windrill fields occlude Our crossing, so you carry me High above the thorny osiers. We sleep aloft…
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On Reading the Alumni Directory
Read more: On Reading the Alumni DirectoryON READING THE ALUMNI DIRECTORY Surprised How few of us have made it. The years are quiet The years are far between. Through interstices fall Class clowns The sluts, the giant Nobodies The possessed; hunted Now as they were then; “address unknown” “Still lives with Mom” “Religious cult” “Deadbeat” “Moved…nowhere.” My bloodmate’s unmarried would we…
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Morocco 1961
Read more: Morocco 1961Jan. 15 – 1961 –Startling news. My father is going to quit his job and join the American Friends Service Committee! We are all going overseas to French West Africa to help the poor refugees who have nowhere to go. Tune in! We are having a party on the 20th and then we sell everything!…
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Morocco
Read more: MoroccoIn spring of 1961 my father announced that he was giving up his job building public housing in Cleveland. He would be taking a position as Director of Refugees for the American Friends Service Committee in Morocco. We were to sell our house and almost everything we owned and move to Africa. I was only…
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Why I Write Psychological Thrillers
Read more: Why I Write Psychological ThrillersWhy did only one camper survive?
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