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For Paul V. Thank you. No Retreat/No Surrender. Long before I understood what it means to be alive, I felt isolated on leafy streets. At the bus stop in the morning, I would stand there calmly: observant and quiet: a kid with nothing to prove lest someone want to start some shit…
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One look up and down this street, in all this sunshine, and I connect with it. Some towns are nothing. You climb down out of the van or step off the bus…
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Many years ago when I was a boy, I began to wonder about God. My mom said she believed and I guess she did. But it was half-assed by most standards. Our…
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I shall not leave these prisoning hills Though they topple their barren heads to level earth And the forests slide uprooted out of the sky. Though the…
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Pee-Paw Decides What to Write About. Coffee. Folgers. Or Walmart brand. Cheap coffee, with like two or three fingers of milk and a healthy/ unhealthy…
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For a long time I had to fight against a feeling of aversion for my country; now I am beginning to accustom myself to all the horrors that make up the…
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The meaning of life is that it stops. -Franz Kafka It was a sunny day. I remember that much. The fuzz of sunshine joists crashing through the blinds…
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“We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” - Toni Morrison At the stoplight before I hook the…
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