Spitball Army

“High School Drag” (1958) by Phillipa Fallon

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I had only had a cup of Starbucks coffee and a muffin at the Memphis airport, so I was ready to eat! I’d been wanting that incredible steak sub made with sirloin tip that I used to treat myself to occasionally at Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage, so I went around the corner for that. Once there, I found out that…THEY NO LONGER HAVE IT ON THE MENU!!

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She sat, firm as a kettle drum,
As the Asian college girls lay on blankets at her feet
Studying organic chemistry.

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Using “The Road Not Taken” and another poem as jumping-off points, Frost biographer Jay Parini hopes to show the vandals the error of their ways — and the redemptive power of poetry.

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Today marks the 189th anniversary of the birth of Walt Whitman.

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I am a dancing milk carton.

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I read the news today, about a gang of kids who broke into Robert Frost’s winter farmhouse in Vermont and had a party. This was no mundane social gathering – the evidence of the event provokes a mental image wherein some human sub-species unleashed itself within the walls of the historic home and hurled objects, burned furniture, urinated and vomited at will and wherever it felt the need. Oh, boy.

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“Look, this isn’t an art gallery,” he answered. “It doesn’t matter what you like; there’s big money driving the music.”

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B is for backward Birmingham Benz –
Barricaded by barbed wire,
Yet captured by lenz.

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