I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Contributed By: Catullus, David Macey
I hate and love. Explain that star-crossed pair.
I cannot. That’s my little cross to bear.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
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The day Challenger launched, we watched CNN from the bar at Canaveral Pier. Mist rose from icy water. Tourists sipped Piña Coladas with pineapple and paper flags. Giddy voices chanted time in reverse: Twenty-one seconds till liftoff. Or—Did the announcer say we’re down to twelve? My husband’s lips turned blue in the uncertain morning light. […]
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unfolding like ribbons of molasses across the dash of my ford ranger. k.d., thank you from one prairie dyke to another, for reclining so handsomely in the barber’s chair as cindy crawford runs the razor up your chin on the cover of vanity fair in 1993, posed forever sensually. you are the definition of natural, […]
