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A Gift From Quetzalcoatl, Part I at storywrite
Twenty-five years ago, I exchanged $40 with a young Mexican man for a tranquilizer that promotes a peaceful, low-impact heart beat while we brazen out the flash floods of our d
Fatal boating accident at storywrite
In a tragic boating accident this afternoon three post graduate students at New York University drowned when their experimental boat, a large salad bowl capsized in rough water
Disturbance at local sorority house leads to arrest at storywrite
Photo by Jack Sprat: Porgy sleeping in his jail cell after the incident.
A disturbance on Elm Street this afternoon brought police to the rescue of some sorority girls

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on Himself by Alice Guerin Crist, on March 30, 2004
My love, may God forgive me for
not telling you your worth
I did not mean to shun your soul,
its gold and rubies worth.

Unaccustomed tears stung the corners of my eyes on reading this, the mark of a great poem, I think, because it calls out to what is true for all of us who live -
on anyone lived in a pretty how town by e e cummings, on March 30, 2004
This, of course, is pure genius at work. e.e. really knew the value and worthlessness of words and their rules of punctuation.
Putting all the rules down, he gave us little conceptions to think about and somehow magically they become larger, much larger than life. I would like to have someone explain how he did that to me.
Those are the keys, I think, to the kingdom.
on The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy, on March 30, 2004
I guess Thomas Hardy, sitting around a cottage fire on a cold and windy night on the moors would tell it just like this: Simple, editorial, manly, no fluttery details, yet the sentiment comes through clear as a bell. He did what circumstance forced him to do, but he regrets the necessity of doing it very much.
on Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name by Edmund Spenser, on March 30, 2004
And indeed, he did, and it does!