Man Hollowed Out Wooden Leg to Smuggle Iguanas by Ian Stuart
Man Hollowed Out Wooden Leg to Smuggle Iguanas I would have got away with it but for the...
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Man Hollowed Out Wooden Leg to Smuggle Iguanas I would have got away with it but for the...
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Like the Hopper Man Tonight, I turn on the ‘Easy Listening’ channel and shadow dance under...
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Dancing with Thunder melodic leaves swirl spiral embraced dynamic...
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Ugly Homes Another chilly, late spring evening where trees struggled to keep pace with the racing...
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Beaches The fine, cool sand grates the skin between our toes. The sun dwindles behind the...
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The Purpose of Seasons Five years feel like one the purpose of seasons sharpens like edges...
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Living Gems flying jewels tiny gems grace my gardens with aerial antics visiting each flower...
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All the Sickos Holding the sleeping infant on her shoulder, she gazed peacefully at her...
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Torture Sitting here, thinking of you, it’s like Chinese water torture. You know of...
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The Life and Times of a Male Childminder My childminding career lasted just over three years. My...
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Mother Nature I learned to love nature as a child, Watching my father lovingly till the soil,...
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Crucifixion and Dog Food Brown hills— Brown sky— Empty roads lead From nothing to nowhere—...
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The Coronation The cab driver told us when he says, “Vavavoom” he means...
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Rain in Burlington, New Jersey Here the rain falls cold, sober and vertical, a perfunctory...
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Practice! Hide under bolted, wooden desks… Hands over ears. Hunch to the wall. Head to a...
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I gallop bareback, a filly named Sally, matching her movement—weightless, face whipped by...
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