1009 8 8
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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A short play based on college life.
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1400
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Memoir: 8 1/2 characters with dissociative-identity-disorder.
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& where, I wonder, is the poet’s planet,
What kind of king, or queen rules it?
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The story of piety is strange thunder
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And him, now there’s a him. I’d like if he were perfect, but perfect things never are. My daughter says it best, when she contrasts the two of you, “Daddy worked to forget about his problems. When he works, it makes him feel like there is a problem.”
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for this earth is not
a destiny of silence
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The world has a way of losing its keys; forgetting its
late condolences.
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