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I don't even know your name,
your face,
your laugh,
but I think of you.
you, wherever you are,
you and me, we,
are losers to serendipity
and winners by our definitions.
your face,
your laugh,
but I think of you.
you, wherever you are,
you and me, we,
are losers to serendipity
and winners by our definitions.
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Cajun Boy
Cajun Boy
I came to be in the murky
depths of a forgotten bayou.
I learned to walk on cypress knees.
Mosquitoes tattooed flags on my flesh
staking their claim for one
insect empire or another.
I was weaned on swamp water gumbo
and fried things I can’t name
served over rice.
Tabasco flowed through my veins,
pumped by a zydeco heartbeat.
I learned to dance, barefoot,
on a long dirt road that stretched
between nowhere and nowhere
with a girl named Anna,
or was it Marie?
Maybe it was both.
I learned life’s secrets
from the blue heron and
wise whiskered catfish
and a bitch hound in heat
in grandpa’s dog run
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Collette hummed quietly to herself as she spread a thin veil of strawberry jam on her toast. She liked jam, especially strawberry. Collette had something of a sweet tooth, and the nice man who worked weekends always went out of his way to sneak her in something. The man that worked there weekends was the best. He always brought her strawberry jam. She took a bite as she dropped a sugar cube into her orange juice. Those were both his, again. He had brought it in for her for breakfast, he said, but he didn’t manage to get it to her until early evening.
Taking ano
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Lear
Nawaal, the headteacher, leads me out of the glaring sunlight and into the classroom. My eyes adjusting to the relative gloom, I find myself faced with a dozen boys barely younger than me, comfortable, curious, and amused.
Minutes before, I and the Brighton Tubas delegation were being shown around the new school of Al Jiflik, a large village spread across one of the many beautiful valleys of the West Bank. It was my first day in occupied Palestine. Before thinking, I pressed my services on Nawaal, suggesting that my native tongue could be of great value in her English lesson. It is for this reason that I was soon politely shoved into the dar
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Once again my initial reaction is "you have a beautiful soul."
are you a people-watcher, by any chance?
are you a people-watcher, by any chance?