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Month: April 1996
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(Poetry) Returning Home
Coming around the hill, on the Interstate at the Ridgecut, the city sweeps into view: the trees on the roadside edge are only partly blocking nighttime lights, only partly obscuring the upside-down skyscape of white streetlamps garnished with red and blue from signs and towers and the spray of light from cars in motion. To…
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(Poetry) Speaking Up
Is this some lingering embarrassment we hide from ourselves? “Without truth, there is no hope.” I mean to say — if anything can be right, then anything is right: and nothing is wrong. And my hopes, my dreams starving, dying, R.I.P. (as if there were peace when anything is true.) I say, if life is…