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I would be homeless, without funds for the simplest of needs. The night was long. I tried to sleep, but I tossed and turned until dawn, nightmarish visions flashing before my eyes. As the first lights of Christmas day spilled into the room, I pulled myself from the bed. There was a chill in the room. It wrapped itself around me and penetrated my body, causing me to tremble. Throughout the night I had asked myself the same question, over and over again: What was I to do? The answer came to me. It had been there all along. Now it was clear. I knew what I must do. I walked to the closet and threw open the door. I began shoving boxes and clothing aside until I saw the thing I was looking for leaning against the back wall. As I sat down to have my last sip of tea, I was surprised to find, after so many years, the old shotgun still felt comfortable in my hands. ] 44 The Literary Hatchet
[poetry] In the light Darkbreak Picnic table in the low hung shade of evergreen Faceless forces surging toward bodyless motion in the springtime of the cabin’s dust Solar winds on flat planes lightbreak Dead cavities at a picnic table in the low hung shade of everything —john roche Previously published in Rolling Stone, #158, April 11, 1974 The Literary Hatchet 45
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The cups throbbed at her nipples, t
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[poetry] It’s a new generation ri
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her hips. Unseen fingers reached in
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“I know, sweetheart, and that’s
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10:25 a.m. Helen desperately wanted
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“Over there.” Martin pointed to
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Helen nodded. “Me too. What a bap
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off. And I was surprised at how man
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[poetry] My town nicknamed, ‘Mini
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“Give me another one, pal,” the
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sadly, as if waiting for him to joi
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esembled the wreckage of a flying s
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too heavy, at which point he gave u
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along with his mother’s and fathe
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[poetry] It stood an elephant of bo
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hair and landing on my face. I stru
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and there is only an apple with a s
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[poetry] I’m no captain you won
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[poetry] I stared at my shadow toda
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No possibility of parole. She took
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grown women aren’t like kids and
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Murderer! She had shouted in incomp
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Lily searched her memory. She strok
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[poetry] Cheru’s the allergic emp
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“Jeff Morris, spinner of tales of
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A shot winged past my left thigh, r
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[poetry] Remember my wedding? How s
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knotted rugs, designer bags and shi
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The angels of the house slept in th
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[poetry] On the glistening ice, a y
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and lay there thinking. I think a l
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No leftovers to clue me in. In fact
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[poetry] My cat eyed girl stands by
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I revved my Rascal scooter with my
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your painkillers—OxyContin, oxyco
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[poetry] Faster I ran, faster it sp
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He frowned at her. “Like, I live
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ut that would have looked just weir
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[poetry] The world blasts in one no
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y m.y. kearney reasoning came to th
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[poetry] Limestone walls twelve fee
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[poetry] —janne karlsson The Lite
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mean, I like good-looking women—t
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“Why wasn’t she picking up the
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wanted to open an account. Now are
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[poetry] We’re all night in the o
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Lifelong resident, Jeannie Stack, i
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interested in the past and the way
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—aletheia adams —janne karlsson
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When I noticed her at the winter ma
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[poetry] Footsteps behind Or in my
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[poetry] I ride a train that’s ca
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that my plots are imaginative and c
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When they got around to celebrating
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[poetry] No longer will we see your
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[poetry] Some ate bread and cheese
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[poetry] (Niles High School, Niles,
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The days are growing long and the n
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morning or stuck around long enough
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know about him and that will keep y
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You want to panic and turn, run and
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[poetry] Crossing that Canadian lin
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walked away with a good chunk of Br
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the cheek, then another on the fore
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“Exactly. It can’t hurt, right?
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stepped out of the apartment. I fel
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for my cowardice. Evolution doesn
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Churned by pendulum-like waves, the
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flower enveloped it, warmth from th
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[poetry] I saw a kindly man ahead,
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[poetry] Amber hair shades my hazel
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Mr. William Gillette has made many
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“Well, I’m glad you see it that
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said, “Very pleased to make your
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you. Now, we are happy to take you
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[poetry] We watched god die as a st
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Sheila leaned on the horn. Trapped
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“Okay.” He turned his attention
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[poetry] Inside the jagged mouth of
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I can’t wait all night, poor Beth
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“Overall…experiment…implement
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“Basement,” I mumbled, terrifie
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The crack of the gunshot breaks the
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You close the doors behind you and
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even permitted you into the corrido
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your new home. It’s not a luxury
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You hesitate before pressing the li
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[poetry] Bodies falling one by one
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scream—the clicking sound startle
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[poetry] Strings sing savagely like
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on the train platforms these days.
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Before he could move, the train’s
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[poetry] The savage bought a suit I
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y leland neville “I’m Detective
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was—the woman who replaced Lauren
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“Why did Olivia leave?” “We d
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[poetry] No friends, only competito
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The song that riled him? “I Can
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include cigarettes appearing out of
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Roberts fears being suspected of mu
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