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Two Poems
The Beacon Down there, by the Old Red River in the woods by the darkened elementary school, out where the painted scary people shoot up wan drugs and shiver all night, empty cans sparkle like mirrors. The moss on the roots grows damp and hairy. Look, a small statuette of the Mother Mary, the paint…
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Painting
I’m going to paint the walls of this room over. They’re old now and they clash with the décor. But the days are short and there’s no light, no tarps, no plastic covers And I’m sure I’ll get drippings on the pale hardwood floor. Sure, there’s some would say ‘he’s doing it out of anger,’…
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“Never Travel Far, Without a Little Big Star”
Big Star are sacred to me – a summer devotional, everything that John Cusack and Emilio Estevez could never be for me, a holy confessor and mentor. I would be surprised if that other late auteur of American adolescence, John Hughes, didn’t draw inspiration from their sugar-coated, angst-filled gems in creating his teenage operas. For…
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R.I.P. Hummer
It is with tremendous sadness that I report on the passing of a great American hero. On February 26, 2010, the Hummer passed away in Sichuan Tengzheng’s botched attempt to purchase the brand from General Motors.
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Children’s Literature
Once upon a time in a little college town, there lived a boy named Mephen who loved to learn. He loved his grammar and his sciences and his maths and all he wanted was to devour as many books on these topics and take as many classes on the subjects as he could. One day,…