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Annie H
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This is my story and I'm sticking with it.
This is my story and I'm sticking with it.

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Sunday in CinCity. The "Three Things I Know About Life...It Goes On" Edition
The inauguration is going to happen. People are still sniping on Facebook trying to make points with someone else equally polarized. This administration might stay around for eight years or eight days. It all seems to be in the hands of a distractible circu...

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Night Below Zero
by Kenneth Rexroth 3 AM, the night is absolutely still; Snow squeals beneath my skis, plumes on the turns. I stop at the canyon’s edge, stand looking out Over the Great Valley, over the millions — In bed, drunk, loving, tending mills, furnaces, Alone, wakef...

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Sunday in CinCity. The Christmas Edition.
For Maia by Gary Johnson A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves, And also the partridge in a pear tree And the golden rings and the turtle doves. In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue Where ...

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Sheep in the Winter Night
by Tom Hennen Inside the barn the sheep were standing, pushed close to one another. Some were dozing, some had eyes wide open listening in the dark. Some had no doubt heard of wolves. They looked weary with all the burdens they had to carry, like being thou...

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Getting it Right
by Kevin Carey In grammar school I stuttered, felt the hot panic on my face when my turn to read crept up the row. Even when I counted the paragraphs and memorized the passage, I’d trip on the first or second word, and then it would be over, the awful hesit...

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Strong Coffee
by Anne Higgins , Strong coffee smells like a current of warm southerly air in the climate of dawn. Strong coffee gets stronger when poured back through the grounds. Opaque, thick, hot, bitter for waking up, the caffeine pumps through your center, stains yo...

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Fiction
by Howard Nemerov The people in the elevator all Face front, they all keep still, they all Look up with the rapt and stupid look of saints In paintings at the numbers that light up By turn and turn to tell them where they are. They are doing the dance, they...

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Sunday in CinCity
"But by evening the comfortable gloom of December had returned. Nearly all the snow in the treetops had slipped away, and with it the illusion that daylight had somehow been trapped in the canopy above. The woods had reerected themselves. Sunset came and we...

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Saturday in CinCity. Pepto Bismol Edition.
For those of you who do not know, and why would you--I've been away from this blog for some time--I have two daughters, one in New Orleans and the younger newly moved to Alaska for a job. Hubby went up in October with her to settle her into her apartment, m...

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TGIF
The Philosophy of Waiting Catch the moon in a jar. Be befuzzled.  The jay carries in its feather sky, a cloud, and deepest space. It is a tiger. Children cartwheel in the street. Old women shuffle behind their tiny dogs. Top-heavy hydrangeas thirst for ligh...
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