Poems That Make Grown Women Cry

I chose Robinson Jeffers’ “Hurt Hawks” because it always makes me cry. I’ve never yet got through the last lines without choking up. Jeffers is an uneven poet, and this is an uneven pair of poems, intemperate and unreasonable. Jeffers casts off humanity too easily. But he was himself a kind of maimed, hurt hawk, and his identification with the birds is true compassion. He builds pain unendurably so that we can know release. –UKL

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Zombie World Series of Poker: Final Table by Pati Nagle

Final Table by Pati Nagle Only one will leave the game…alive. Wild Bill Hickok, alive again in the graveyard in Deadwood on a cold October night, has an irresistible compulsion to go to Atlantic City. There, in the mysterious and … Continue reading

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