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One of my earliest memories: Grandma reading me “The Little Engine that Could.” I can still hear her voice as she read… “I think I can, I think I can, I THINK I can…I KNOW I can… Her voice would rise with urgency with each repeat of the word “think”, resolving the cadence when she [...]
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there are no saints, only sinners in varied states of decay, varied states of war. their wars shred saints their wars of words, their wars on drugs, their wars on terror, their wars on each other. Some fight with guns Some fight with barbs Some fight with knives Some fight with currency And we all [...]
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Best view: large on black And even as he, who, with distressful breath, Forth issued from the sea upon the shore, Turns to the water perilous and gazes; – Dante, Inferno, Canto I
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