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Sunday, July 8, 2018

Notes: My Back Hurts

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I Back spasms are no fun. I don't even know exactly how I strained my back this time. I didn't carry scuba tanks too far; I didn...

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Take Note

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We are the grit That mars the paint Or makes the pearl. "Fiery dust," Lord Byron wrote, Furious, fiendish; Take proper note...

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Grief's Visage?

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Weird brother to go with the weird sisters in Macbeth this week? Or, Grief's Visage? Hollow-eyed and empty-mouthed? Can you hear...

Monday, October 7, 2013

Kennelly: "A Singing Wound"

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WHAT? 'What is my body?' I asked the man made of rain. 'A temple,' he said, 'and the shadow thrown by the temple, dr...

Sunday, March 10, 2013

"Tied-Up House": Lyrics By Jackie Leven

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TIED-UP HOUSE found a little stone on a harbour wall sea-spray-soaked and very small big bay rough and turning brown little shrimp boat...

Saturday, March 9, 2013

"A Jar of Pain": Lyrics By Jackie Leven

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CLASSIC NORTHERN DIVERSIONS I took a train out of leeds in the smear and stain I saw the city pass by in the shuffling rain I...

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