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playbook in time of pandemic

So everybody’s talking about H1N1, but what are athletes and politicians doing about it? (#968) Continue reading

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. . . . than a Sick Husband (redux)

He’s in there coughing again He knows that’s what she’s thinking again Another cough hammers an electric spike through the head bone connected to the ankle bone again Soggy tissues mount in the open bag beside the table of corrective … Continue reading

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Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and the echo of voices and utensils in the hospital cafeteria down the hall and whether … Continue reading

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