1968
1968 child living at rate: three months per hour sat under lilac viscous sky and...
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I arrive at the garden wall of Eglinton Hill*, painted yellow, not quite finished; my kids come out...
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did Dad leaving trigger my sense of revolution or my sense of depression that there is no purpose...
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where am I cast free here where the wind resolves horizontal and implacable between...
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south horizon out on the river the purple is shifting but in the evening-bulb light the world-shaping words...
View Articlemy uncomfortable life
I did not know contentment at work, what was required, what I thought, I never wholly got my teaching … sorted turmoil,...
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threshold to behold having persistently interrogated every alcove and skirting and sash-window of every room he could...
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