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But I know there are two things that will keep me coming to this area even after this change, it will be the beer and the friends I have made drinking it in the breweries in and around Harrisburg. Thanks for the memories Harrisburg, I promise I will still swing by when I can for a...
In this moment, I’m thinking of Agostinho Neto’s Kinaxixi, Ocean Vuoug’s On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous, Adrienne Rich’s In Those Years, Lola Shoneyin’s Distance, Lydia Kasese’s The Science of Nail Polish and Zainabu Jallo’s Dear Inner Man. What these poems do is something ...
them—for something; and upon my word it did not seem an uncongenial occupation,from the way they took it, though the only thing that ever came to them was disease—as far as I could see.They beguiled the time by back-biting and intriguing against each other in a foolish kind of way...
Axl naturally dominates, but without overly-overshadowing the others: his raw charisma is utterly compelling, his red hair, sharp cheek bones and not-an-ounce-of-fat frame mean you can’t take your eyes off him; there’s something smoldering, some risk always possible. (Like when he falls...
I did understand that the heart can oft be read in the brow; but then, why does my inner woe not show on my afflicted face? Ingiustissimo Re, perché la vera fé nota non fai? Perché lasci perir voci, sguardi e sospir, se'l vedi e'l sai? Most unjust King why do you ...
of Beaver, so I guess that’s why these lines are here. It’s also somehow fitting that they are bouncily metrical and have lots of conventional rhyme, completely untypical of Bruce Beaver or of David Brooks, so after quite a lot of seriousness it’s a lovely bit of cheek to end on...
He turned to Alfred, biting the inside of his cheek."My shirt...""I told you it was fine, Arthur."Alfred rolled his eyes and started to get out of the car."No," Arthur grabbed him by thearm. "Does it smell?"Alfred sighed. "I don't see why itmatters. Anybody with a nose ...
I nibble hard, biting into her breast and sucking on it as her clit throbs against my stomach. “You hate me?” I play, walking to the edge of the pool and dropping her to her feet. “You done with me? Is that it?” I push her into the wall, seeing a smile peek out before ...