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Buk Toons
For some reason the fall always seems like the most poetic season — the best season for writing and reading verse. I think it has something to do with darkness. I think it has something to do with the cold and the damp that begins to creep into the coming Southern winter. I think it [...]
Pretty Girls
All the Pretty Girls The pretty girls gather around cameras and small dogs; fat-faced babies and graceful grandpas. I’ve seen them crowd around crudites. I’ve seen them dance with only themselves – the whirling wonder of it all. All the pretty girls dream in color and plot their days by those breeze blown banners that [...]
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