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Joel Chace


Blood

Does not your innocent little head imagine that I could get a photograph taken here? My stars! Shielding his eyes for several seconds. Sensing that she would emerge transformed, she wandered through the hall filled with sculptures. His men did not all behave well at first, but they had a hard fight of it and lost tremendously. This fever chart of public opinion. Batteries usually are in this condition. She was shoved from the roof of the toy factory, which had been abandoned for decades. If you have an opportunity please send me 2 pairs of my blue woolen socks; I like them rather better than the Government issue, and they wear better.



Bomb collects sentences. Not ice. Our batteries are playing on them which hurries their time, so that they began to show signs of unsteadiness. Expressed by newspapers, letters and diaries kept by ordinary people. The effect was appalling. If you wait for an auspicious opportunity, you may never score. After a bit of this groping, the actor holds his stomach, then his head, and then half-collapses from his sitting position, back onto the bed. There were no troops at that point to keep the line, and things looked squalley and doubtful. Modest maidens. This land lies as they changed it



Effluvia arising from the condition of these grounds is intolerable, quite enough to make a person in perfect health sick, and how men can recover in such a place is a mystery to me. A sign, soft music. “Not the same old town anymore,” she thought. This, perhaps, was not literally true; but the statement did not greatly exaggerate such a shocking slaughter. They had never seen one before, but there it was, sitting in an enormous nest high up in the Spanish bell tower. “Oh, you mean the libretto,” he sneered. Free high-jinks. 



She always grabs up the paper, greedily. It would slit some eyeballs. As they walked through the hay field and moved slowly away from the house, the older boy put his arm around his little brother’s shoulder then explained that what had just happened back on the porch meant that their grandfather was now dead. Deranged slave. Shot and shell went fluttering over our heads like partridges for sound. When I caught up to them they were as lively as a set of crickets. In the infinite economy of the advance of the human race it may have been worth what it cost.



Where that original book is, if he did indeed recopy the original, remains a mystery as does so much surrounding this man. All the supplies they took away was pillage and extortion. Contemporary Mesopotamia. Fine old man, that was the last I ever saw of him, as he was shot a few moments after. She virtually spat in the nun’s face as she screamed that she would not accept an average grade. His white-tipped cane tap, tap, tapping, he stopped at the crossing, placed his hand on the tiny woman’s head, and remarked, “Very sorry, but aren’t you usually a garbage can?” Gunmen in the movies.



Ordinary troops. She gave them the definition of denouement, then began weeping. He trimmed all but his right thumb’s fingernail, which—during intercourse—he would press along her flank until she came. A large number have professed faith in Christ, while many others are deeply concerned on accounts of sin; today Brother Willis baptized fourteen, seven of whom are from his regiment. Single, bare light bulb—hanging from a ceiling cord. No one there wanted to meet her once it was known that she had majored in languages.



Joel Chace's latest chapbook, A Script, was recently published by Otoliths Books.

 
 
 
 
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