I have seen you, shell-shocked city,
Shimmer in the parachute flares
The day's dust and exhaust
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Poetry
Historical
1 min
I have seen you, shell-shocked city,
Shimmer in the parachute flares
The day's dust and exhaust
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Here we go tra-la-la
Fixing the house, hammer in hand
The soles of our feet stained to match
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The rain had dried up –
every drip, every puddle –
but Hillie couldn't go out
while her room was a muddle.
Mom had been clear, and
her dad had agreed,
"First, clean up
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A silky warm scent coats the air.
Soft layered rose tutus push
their blush pale skirts
to float
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January 26, 1906
Forty-seven days have passed and the bananas in my kitchen are still green. They remain untouched and unmoved since I brought them home from market. To my eye they appea
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My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound ... [+]
"It's an old building," Becky said, when Peter asked her.
"Do you get them in your apartment, too?"
She'd given him a look, then, as if she thought he was trying to score an invite into he
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The seventh day in my new flat, I found a worm in the fridge. It was flat, black and dead. I quite like interesting animals, but not this one – it looked remarkably like a leech. Where had it come ... [+]