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Henry @ 100

Bread has been broken. All along now fresh twists. Wired to work all hours, spin on toes and turntables (the kind for cakes). I’ll take my eye for symmetry: 4 roses on an 8 inch cake, keep my taste in … Continue reading

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Berryman @ 100

One October day when I was 21 years old, I taped six large sheets of newsprint together and attached the whole sheet, six feet square, to the wall just above the bed in the tiny cell of the Manhattan YMCA … Continue reading

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