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Tag Archives: snow

Adz

06/15/2014by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Ivan waited at the clearing’s edge while the old man carved at his fallen tree. Their breath misted in the clean, cold air, each after his fashion. Ivan, standing, breathed […]

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history

Adnate

11/11/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Her work hangs where I open my door. When I come home, it is what I come home to. Her gray pencil of the snowy moor sleeps on a nail […]

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artifact, poetry/meter

Acronical

05/03/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

God Bless This Mess was nailed over the doorway of her grandparents’ kitchen. She liked it. There was a faded maroon heart on the old woodblock grain, and faces, maybe […]

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space

Acoustic

03/29/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Acoustic rhythm, singing slow, She’s naked now and she won’t go. The mem’ry’s clear, the window glows With frost, the sun behind it flows It drips, opaque, smoky yellow The […]

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memory, poetry/meter, space, weather

Acerate

01/30/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

A pile of pine needles, my breath in the air. Here’s the backyard, and the snow on top of it. Where in the white I dropped my keys, I don’t […]

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memory, weather

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"All the while I have been forgetting the third of my reasons for remaining so faithful a citizen of the Federation, despite all the lascivious inducements from expatriates to follow them beyond the seas, and all the surly suggestions from patriots that I succumb. It is for the reason which grows out of my medieval but unashamed taste for the bizarre and indelicate, my congenital weakness for comedy of the grosser varieties. The United States, to my eye, is incomparably the greatest show on earth."

- H.L. Mencken, On Being an American, 1922

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