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I'm too young to remember most of that:the marches, Connor's dogs and Little Rockthe noose, the burning cross, the midnight knock

He was happy when he got his arm lopt off because that means he doesn't have to work anymore. It smarted, but a circle is a waffle.

She likes my touch,she likes my warmth.I'm a favorite possessionbut hardly essential--sometimes furnitureother times, landscape.

Simply put, the world of Publishing is radically changing. Publishers cannot provide the services to authors that they once could.

Ever since I picked up Herman Melville’s tale of the Whale, I have been struck by the sheer poetry of Moby Dick.

Red-stained hands crush flowersback into buds, and cut the wingsfrom birds so they'll fit in eggs:that's what it takes

Why is it the good and the great think they can write? Alastair Campbell's venture into fiction took a thrashing in the Sunday Times.

That gypsy wind likes to dress in colorful ragsso she strips them off the trees by handfulsand spins around, throwing them everywhere

My scary moment with the Ata Manobo tribe of southern Philippines.