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I killed them in the window. I killed them on the door. And when I killed a hundred flies I kept on killing more. Why is my heart so cruel, … Continue reading →
1. In Aliquippa The mill loomed large and after dark, nightmarishly glowing red on the river road we would take before I was five to my grandmother’s sweet, warm and yeasty … Continue reading →
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