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Stanley Pacion A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN

These are the facts, nothing here but the facts. I was on the road to Damascus via a street in the West Village in New York City, when, in an instant, barometric pressure had dropped 100 MB. Darkness enveloped an eleven-o’clock-morning sun. It may have been a trick of the mind, or some kind of serious panic disorder. Although I could no longer see, I pictured myself a child on a visit to my great grandmother's house in La Salle, Illinois. In my head I felt as though a tornado was approaching...

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

SKORDEFEST 2006

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SKORDEFEST 2006

Would you but bale the hay, darling,
And put the pumpkin atop
So I would know where to experience
The true worth of a loving heart.

Or better yet! Why not erect a pumpagubben
Right at the very center of your being?

And there forever might I sample your wares
And feast the bounty of your great beauty.