September 2011
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I found you inside a book of stars called Sunday Starts at Saturday’s Dusk. It was turned to a page marked “For when.” I crumpled up my spine and became a mouse. You were a planet. I was the one prayer spoken in the short little life of a dust mite trying to be a sword hoping to become a twig a constellation or at least an answer to somebody’s question.
—-Anis Mojgani
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Caroline Smith and the Good Night Sleeps - Tank...
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THANK GOODNESS (FOR BUDDY WAKEFIELD)
…Folks like us We’ve got shoulder blades that rust in the rain But they are still G-sharp whenever our spinal chords are tuned to the key of redemption. So go ahead world, Pick us to make things better…
—-Andrea Gibson
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