yellow. In the spring of 1994 I turned twelve. Though my father had spent hardly any of my childhood with ...
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in plastic, but it’s so yellowed and fragile that I’m afraid to touch it. That evening, we go to ...
unbearable. Ed and Magick are left alone. They sit down on a green couch draped with a yellow and black ...
I searched the drawers of baby clothing, running my hands over the grinning blue monkey, the yellow appliquéd ...
rocks, spreading butter-yellow petals toward the sky. Their tiny, dark green leaves, bristling with ...
a pastor. To introduce spontaneity into worship. To express oneself: tongues are poetry, music. For ... sculptures of saints in postures of agony. She wrote poetry to God and drew pictures while she prayed, wide ...
called poetry. But my last book used it up, the last held drop. * I could have surgery, but she assumes, ...
recent doppelgängers in adoptee fiction and poetry. I like the idea of “conversation” more than ...
in his hospital room and about her lab partner’s BO, and fragments of Walt Whitman poetry, and her ...
allows Daniel Tiffany to refer to lyric poetry as the property of the fetish. Our poems, indeed, all our ...