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Tuesday, June 25th The boys will run naked when they get here like Lord of the Flies. Concrete streets are all they know. Clean air will flow up their noses here. Wildflowers & roses are growing...

Nocturne for a Lottery Ticket Man

So what if the night shakes out its loneliness like a woman airing blankets and you crouch in a pool of desklamp light with your pencil and your glass of wine, the day shooting through you in a...