What husk will burn, will softly jerk away; what dissolution follows. We couldn't march anywhere without somebody mocking him. With two, depressingly short but extremely precious and welcome weeks of leave coming, I was going straight home just as soon as this ceremony was concluded and we were let loose. How much can possibly fuck-up in one sad tree lot by one sagging ceiling off a lone Wyoming road? It was the Company. George recommends these as fine starting points for meeting Li Ch'ing-chao in person:
Doorways to García Lorca's work:
The Best Short Stories of 1917, and the Yearbook of the American Short Story
Remember that I am dreaming of you when I sleep, and when I am awake. Every waking minute was dedicated to a specific task in the relentless pursuit of total navy-regulation perfection. A soft-spoken fellow named White was the only black man in the man company. Did she think you were impolite or just overly aggressive? We cooked under the influence of Pinot Noir, burned the Easter ham, threw in the towel.
Literary Letters — CutBank Literary Magazine
The rhythm of the woods and the sawmills pulsed through town with the persistence of the sun and the moon and the tides. That little prick Cisco was there too, with a bunch of smaller envelopes containing green government checks with each of our names printed on them. Now, on top of the ripening BO, they itched of the cut hair that worked its way down our sweaty necks all the way to our crotches. On a recent vacation to Aix-les-Bains, and thinking of you, I'd planned to visit Annecy where you and Scott and Scottie spent two weeks in July I want to walk through my whole life with you.
Hell, it may as well have been leprosy or Bubonic Plague; whoever heard of Rubella? Sometimes thoughts drifted to girlfriends back home or to the airplanes taking off from nearby San Diego airport. To take charge of this post and all government property in view, Sir! Only two letters from Christine remained, even though I sent them all back to her for safekeeping. It was the beginning of deer season, so my brother and I, both skilled hunters, naturally trampled into the woods with our guns--just like old times.
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