HockeyA Poem by OceanaBecause it's the Cup. Go B's
there is nothing
poetic or beautiful about hockey except (i) the way it makes martyrs of men (ii) the sound of skates slicing open painted ice (iii) the effect it has on my pulse -" © 2013 OceanaReviews
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StatsAuthorOceanaNot Quite BostonAboutthe documents on my computer are equal parts essays on the middle east and never-quite finished nonsensical stories. i would like to say i have a zeal for life but my caffeine addiction must first .. more..Writing
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