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*** (“I hated that dog,” wrote Noem.) I’m on my way to the Lakers game. Ahead, a blue VW SUV is drivingway too agg..

standard syllable count *To be published on New Verse News 5-9-24.

*** We're ambling down the grass embankment that slopes to uncle's pond, our lungs already heaving from breathing ..

*** Mondays through Fridays, at eight a.m., you can tell the mood of the student body by listening to the sounds the lockers..

*** For me, passion always started with legs, the incredible smoothness, like stroking a duck's back, softness tha..

*** There's something oddly satisfying to be one of football’s two bodies that collide while moving at full speed, ..

*** Ten days ago, the dark web sold my credit card number;someone chargeda pair of Gucci loafers,size 9 (I'm an 11).My entir..

*** When I was six, it was God who lived inside my closet, beside the Lincoln Logs and plastic soldiers, and kept the monsters..

a short word about prosody

*** Don’t dare count on the flawed equation that love equals happiness. What sounds so right at first (I do) so often ..