Let’s Shoot
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“So much to shoot and so little time / Let’s shoot the small quiet wind / That blows through our hearts / And kill it good.”
Waiting for Trump
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I sit in one of the greasy truck stops on Interstate 5, near Red Bluff, dizzy and scared.
Decades of hope seem suddenly to turn to bullshit.
Dread and rage swirl around the country, but the lunch counter is quiet with snoozing baseball caps tipping into coffee cups.