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Even glaciers have phone lines even Roquefort has its soft tufts of sweet

The sunrise does not blaze fiercely but spreads in a gentle flush.

Maybe she’s gay. I wonder if she masturbates when I’m out of the room.

what happens in all these villages after we ride through them?

The old dog of inertia gets up with a growl and shrinks out of the way.

“It’s true I wanted an adventure, but I had a different kind in mind.”

If a friend’s family is persecuted, call Sinn Fein on that number.

All these barns with their busted spidery limbs strewn over the lupine.

“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"

Books are territory of the hands, hands that shook my spine.

When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.

Be glad the numbness in your legs isn’t reading on your face.

I realize now that hers was the face that taught me what driving was.

It’s so good to see you, she kept saying. You too, he said. She led him around the house to the places she’d stored his things. They had broken up five months earlier, while still long distance.

“I’m looking for a Mr. Miller,” he said. “I was told I might find him here.”

“Why don’t you call yourself Butterfly?” he said. “A pretty thing like you.”

Nina sang “Tell Me More and More and Then Some” on the Caddy’s radio.

Byron’s mother read things to him: Language is fun. Play. Let’s play.

I returned to Vietnam with a tape recorder to collect ca dao.

The financial plan works if we eat 40% of the kids before college.

Peter Vey

We'd see them more, but your father and I aren't much for traveling.

Mary Lawton