Prose Poems by Victor Henry
The Politician
Sentencing the Menace
Entrepreneur of Ideas
Power Lunch
We Don't Laugh Anymore
The Red Door
Three Men Facing North
Mall Plan II
Cherries in Bed
Mob Underground
Flowers With A Lady
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E. M. Cioran
Last Update: 4/26/04
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