the wreck of goodwill
the wreck of goodwill every dime counted seemed to count itself but the pennies were the trouble spot and the cost of all goodwill. – Zumwalt (1998)
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what soul is not besieged
what soul is not besieged what soul is not besieged by rotten eggs and soft tomatoes by answers unreturned and questions unsent by minutes that make up hours and hours that tear down the day what mind is not put upon and once put upon cast off into a corner what body [...]
when winning is not enough
when winning is not enough he like a stunned animal holds the fragrant unclothed stranger this remnant of the victory of last night. she is half asleep tenderly young sweet and so totally a stranger. he feels like another empty episode has escaped into the ozone layer. There is not even anything to gnaw on. [...]
What am I
What am I but a commercial painter making the same strokes over and over on black velvet nap always charging the same prices always settling for less I know you, too, paint the same pictures over and over that’s how I can sell you mine. – Zumwalt (1991)
the wreck of goodwill
the wreck of goodwill every dime counted seemed to count itself but the pennies were the trouble spot and the cost of all goodwill. – zumwalt (1998)
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