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Exit, pursued by Death: a young artist and rabble-rouser mines comedy from mortality.
A Poem in honor of Serge Kovaleski1 You may shoot me with your words… But still, like air, I’ll rise… — Maya Angelou . Call me simple, crippled, a gimp— … Continue reading →
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