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The Adventures of Jack Dalhousie: Part One
An exasperated sigh escaped Jack’s throat, breaking the early morning silence and sending a spray of condensation from his red muttonchops.
Concerning Abigail
About thirty years ago, my family had a slave named Abigail.
Nightlight
She stops in the middle of the dark, empty, street to listen.
Bixi
I am still afraid of speed
The New York God
Mary was walking as quickly as she could down the sidewalk.
GLASSON BAR
St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye; we follow on highs and smoky nights
