Prose
It is cold and so is he. It has been years since his friend went but not yet.
“If I ever get cancer I will shoot myself.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He’s cold now and he was cold then. He grew up in the north but the temperature did not bother him and he felt cold inside.
“If I ever get cancer I will shoot myself.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He’s cold now and he was cold then. He grew up in the north but the temperature did not bother him and he felt cold inside.
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Whit and Ona Mae Willins lived all their married life together on a small spread about eight miles west of
Farwell never had been much of a town. It started out ‘long about 1888 as a Fort Worth & Denver Railroad siding site and
jerkwater stop, and immediately didn’t get much more important or noteworthy.
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Stealing past the screaming kettle
in the Gorgon’s kitchen
I sat before the oven to pray to the
domestic gods.
Leaning forward the Pacific
rushing in my ears
I nearly tumbled
into the magpies
