Thank goodness we were able to wipe the Neanderthals out, beastly things, …
C. K. Williams
Spring: the first morning when that one true block of sweet, laminar, …
I hate how this unsummoned sigh-sound, sob-sound, …
On the metro, I have to ask a young woman to move the packages beside her to make room for me; …
A girl who, in 1971, when I was living by myself, painfully lonely, bereft, depressed, …
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. …
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Some dictator or other had gone into exile, and now reports were coming about his regime, …
Chop, hack, slash; chop, hack, slash; cleaver, boning knife, ax— …
Kids once carried tin soldiers in their pockets as charms …