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11. the dead care not of armistice or peace. today, just as on previous days, they seem to bury their own on this muddied field, ..

there be a tiger loose in the countryside! lawd, i said a tiger be runnin' loose in the countryside! m'baby, o m'baby where shall we hid..

outside-- there are sprays of fireweed & dandelion turning black in the heat of the sun, the bees are busy pollinating ..

what possible good can fountains be, containing fills of copper coin-- hopeful hand-tossed dreams, whispered wants held in wash&ea..

she swayed into the room and all conversation ceased. the sound of silver cutting away at porcelain stopped. every eye was on her. ..

the wind carries with it the letters of loved ones far from home. -- anonymous she lies there-- waiting, wanting for th..

a tragic vandalism of divine color: bluesandyellowsandgreens, indigosandredsandviolets thrown from a stained glass,chapel windo..

o ignorance! femme fatale! what delectable morsels of knowledge have thee denied me in my times of hunger? what treasures sought have thy ..

no calm can come from killing-fields, green grasses dyed red with blood, ploughed under by the heavy pile of our mo..