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"Bisbee was exactly the sort of town that inspired wild herb theft, since nobody thought much about consequences." Read more...
"Smoke barely cleared, some papers unreplaced
For years, Mother packed, unpacked, from room
To room, street to street, not hunted or disgraced,
But, hidden from me, a righteous venom
Driven."
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"Not wanting to worry anyone, I said I’d be right back and went to sit down alone in case I died. This is dramatic but fainting does feel like what I imagine dying feels like, and I guess that I am the type that wants to be alone when I die, like a dog. Dogs have it the worst on St Lucia." Read more...
"I took a cigarette from the pack on the dashboard and leisurely lit it, my eyes remaining fixed to the scene through the window; it was as if I was at the drive-in watching a movie. I was fascinated by the images, not ready to acknowledge they might turn into a reality."
"You sell plasma, often, in many cities and think about how there are these parts of yourself, these cells of your blood, spread out all over, and you like that you are everywhere but sometimes you feel empty and you want it all back." Read More...
"Double-checking for my passport pouch, wedged between shirt and skin, I rest my leg on my bag. I open my coat, move the zipper up, down, clicking along a single track of plastic teeth. We do not, choose not, to talk." Read More...
"Assessing the situation with a barley-infused sense of humor, Kevin offered up a spontaneous toast. “To the cops are here!” The crowd raised their glasses for a final toast, 'The cops are here!'"
