Honeyfield Oates

When Honeyfield Oates, America’s favorite poet, was born, it was 106 in the shade. The…

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DIARY

  “This End Up” said the lettering On the package. What was inside? A gorilla?…

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DAYDREAM

Fountaining lobelia: we hang a pair on the porch to welcome summer and ward off…

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Bells

Someday you’ll forget, he thanked God. Newspaper where the words for the opportunity, a choice,…

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BEFORE WORK

6:35 a.m. Not suffering. The quietest time Of morning. I can hear a train rumbling…

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THE SINGING

Even after a full day of housekeeping at Johnny and Kaye's near the airport, stripping…

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Roach Motel

  I must do this to survive, Cardinal. No breathing allowed, Mr. Bee. I tripped…

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Revision for New Year’s Eve

My Father Didn’t Dance With Sylvia Plath BY RUSTIN LARSON New Year’s Eve, curled in…

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