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November 30, 2012 | Poetry

Jeff Bridges poems

Donora Hillard

 

You tell Jeff Bridges you fear
your dying breath will be just like
the whimper you make when trying
to remove glitter polish from your
toenails. He sets his guitar down on
the fur

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Annie Hall (1977) photo

November 30, 2012 |

Annie Hall (1977)

Max

Although Woody Allen (Alvy Singer) might be the most adorable hipster on the face of the planet and I consider his writing/acting/directing to be rather perfect, somehow Diane Keaton (Annie Hall)

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November 29, 2012 | Fiction

A Change of Seasons

Nathan Oates

No one called it a plague at first.  We weren’t the kind of people who used words like that, words heavy with the suggestion of some greater force, but the idea was there, almost from the beginning, skittering around in the back of my head, peeking out into the light.

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November 28, 2012 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katie Jean Shinkle

tell me, what are we looking for, don’t die right now