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The Day of the FloodThe river swelled up to three times its normal size that day, and within an hour the Macavoy's dog had drowned, which was no big loss. The main street swelled, too, and people who were at home stayed at home, and people who were at work or headed that way sat in office buildings or stood in doorways and stared miserably at the rain. Inside a small diner, which sat between two office buildings – there were only four, the other two across the street with the bank in between and the only other real beings to speak of being the sheriff's office and the post office, about half a mile down the road from the office buildiThe Day of the Flood
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Northern Winters“I’ve got a lot to learn,” he said, lying quietly as the winter beat upon the door to the house that they were staying in. The wind chopped at the roof, and shingles blew away into the night air with the sound of fleeing children, chittering into the sky, laughing at the wind swept towns and snow covered hills that sat in determined, fearful silence below. She held his hand and listened as the roof was swept away. Soon, they would be naked to the night air. They burrowed into their blankets and made a little world underneatNorthern Winters
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Poem - June 8, 2008Today I sit in the car and wait for you to come back out of His apartment. The sun is low in the sky, a red giant resting his head, I see why he was a god. It is hot these days, and even though the sun is sinking I still sweat. It would irritate me, you bringing me here, but I know how jealous that would be, and I'm not trying to be jealous, so instead I talk to the sun god, his great back falling over the world, slipping away into night. "She's been gone awhile," I say, and he doesn't say anything but IPoem - June 8, 2008
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
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