September 2009
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Stanza from 'A Summer's Dream' by Elizabeth Bishop
Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.
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Chunks of flotsam washed up by the lazy surf of a...
The collective soul exists. I know because it just rejected my application for admission. Existence is futile! This slogan is meaningless.