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Matt Wood Friday, May 28, 2010 Blog Twitter users can win an iPad  and get all of its ... Twitter the rest of this will make no sense, so by all means stop reading. But if you are friends with the ... Post the link on Twitter with the #1amend hashtag. Make it awesome, because the tweet that earns the ...
himself as a man sheltered by civilization; he would never have guessed that of himself, before coming ... Page 160 from Issue 36 Ross's movements were slow but never calculating. His fingers ... himself he never doubted anything. People distracted him by arguing that he should be angrier, he was ...
serv­ ant cut off from the world by the cotton of his old age; the egg-shaped basket put here by an ... heather in the forest was so dense that it tangled up the stirrups of the plotters and did not let the ... pools onto a chocolate colored track, the crows were croaking; and later after passing the bridge, the ...
starve. It isn’t true. But how many eggs has the fantasy kept safe, how many feathers made elegant, my ... Walgreens where I bought the pill. Its head bulges with a legacy of green and white feathers; magnanimous ... I should never touch  a baby bird in its nest. That afterwards,  the mother would rather let her children ...
fold. The world is filled with what is gone.   Ask the winding field or the crow at dawn— the forest ... wakens.   The Wolf   I know that life must end for it goes on in long paths through the forest and the ... answers with its strange green hold. I know that life must end for it goes on.   I wonder who has lost and ...
Page 38 from Issue 80 Poem for Jade Light gone out of day. In your small house I would guess ... eyes. Your daughter waits. And you alone, Knowing you cannot fix what will not fix, Not knowing how to ... say that you cannot. 38 Issue 80 page ...
Knight. It was getting late; the crows made wing to the rooky wood and the cops were getting restless. One ... your way. Who was I, he wanted to know. Where did I fit in? To tell the truth, I had never given the ... steam heat, smells of egg tempera and pee-pondering my hands folded in my lap and my shoes side by side ...
birthday in the Mendocino County Courthouse while holding the hand of his younger sister, Moonbeam Lark, ... California forest. He would later learn that the commune was started in 1968 as a conceptual art slash ... human form animated by energy that, upon death, was simply and completely gone. His mother set down her ...
fucked around with death until it said, “OK, OK.” I was proud of you. Johnny I guess I did something, ... maybe somebody did, one of them ways I guess you can turn no into yes. Say, can you hold your hand up ... off to one side. A hydraulic lift is permanently stuck about two feet off the floor. Stage right, and ...

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