seemed to me Nigger at least deserved better Last Words. So I wrote a Eulogy for Nigger. It went ... fringe benefits. He was not allowed to borrow books, but his dustbin was better than a library card; no ... always of the people. Nigger knew the trouble we’d seen better than Jesus. Nigger was no drum major for ...
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and her father with still so many days to live. “He’ll come here,” Brandon said, “and start to put ... so that the fuzzy photo light spilled over their boots and the wet parking lot. In the glow of blue ...
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boy informs the girl. A lot can go wrong. They have to uncover clues from the moment and then trace ... can be missed. Sounds like you’ve been watching a lot of TV, the girl tells him. I doubt they’ll miss ...
powerful statutes that defined which victims had the right to various degrees of recognition and ...
the waistband and a bit stained, a couple of holes, a tear in the fabric, defining me in the emergency ...
enrolled in an acting class, but my major was art. Better late than never. My degree in art would be ...
poet Ripley Schemm, wife of the far better-known poet Richard Hugo. This road, that cabin, take me back ...
ex-husband, and silently he answers. We depend on her a lot. She touches our hair in the way we like. We enjoy ...
If we simply eat what protein is available, we had better grow fond of alley cat and pigeon. Those ...