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for Dean Young Death happens and we all have to keep going.Remember writing? I don’t. When my teacher diedI remembered his collection of embroidered shirts,each thread a river to his…

Like any unremarkable sister, Gretel forgets the moral.When the spruces introduce the wipeout-angel boy, all waxand eagle wing, she would like nothing more than to lick himlike she licked the…

He’s stretching neck and chin to tighten the knothe wears to the frankincense of Sunday Mass.Yesterday the sunshine fell into the cellar,where she dipped the white broadclothinto the sink that…

Lore Segal