The driveway was graveled. Here and there weed broke from between the pebbles. We played cricket and then croquet and now the boy was bored again. So we tugged and pulled at the weeds and
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The driveway was graveled. Here and there weed broke from between the pebbles. We played cricket and then croquet and now the boy was bored again. So we tugged and pulled at the weeds and
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“Owen” was a dear friend from college. After graduation he moved back to New York and we stayed in touch for a while. He was the best pal a dame could have, massaging my lower back when I had cramps. I responded in kind by massaging his hands when he jerked off too much. We were each other’s wing person and study buddies. He was charismatic, kindhearted and funny.
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Cherie Caswell Dost
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Jeff Pearson
Continue readingEvery time the world has ended a man or woman has risen to the sky to sing the song of rebirth-a song of purity and beauty that creates a new world from the debris of the old.
The measure ends and the song repeats thousands of times-thousands of chances to learn from our past mistakes. The song repeats.
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Tommy “Teebs” Pico is the founder and editor in chief of birdsong, an antiracist/queer-positive collective, small press, and zine that publishes art and writing. He is preparing for the release of his new poetry app, Absent Mindr, which will be available on the iTunes App Store on April 15. In this episode of the Monkeybicycle Podcast, he reads pieces from the app, as well as some new material.
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