Don't Write Me No More Letters Letters don't explain anything. Letters communicate less than two people screaming in the street. Letters are placid, wordy attempts at insulation, at pure exterior design. Letters are cartographic tricks,..
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Disaster And when the ice melts the cold heart of you softening, dissolving something lost to the dry spring wind what becomes of you what mudded trace remains? Once, in the sun, you shone brighter than the stars. Wendell Dryden

Jamming Down At Katherine's Last night they was burning crows down on the track-side when some strawman come knocking, empty rustling voice rasping above the propane roar. Was a hot summer night like you'd read about or something. The yellow...
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Anyway Well, he don't look back a lot. make lists of people he's hurt or left behind somewhere. There's a sickness in that a soft danger like a coyote fever like an ugly scar she can't hide. Been a cold, brittle morning the kind of...
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Reading Paulette Jiles Words come in the still just before daybreak moving around nervously on a draught of dark air beneath that single bare bulb the woodstove flicker the smell of snow melting into wash water, of hunting knives and split maple a nylon..