Jacob Lawrence, The Life of John Brown No 19. Sunday, October 16, 1859, John Brown with a company of 21 men, white and black, marched on Harper's Ferry. (1941)
Workbook: October, 2003
October 31, 2003 : Gray sand beach.October 30, 2003 : Love is a disease.October 29, 2003 : Handsome man, tall, athlete's frame, young-looking at fifty.October 28, 2003 : Her marvelous playfulness.October 27, 2003 : The houses in the canyon have hillsides for back yards.October 26, 2003 : I wasn't told...October 25, 2003 : It never stops.October 24, 2003 : Every evening she came home with a chocolate cake under her arm from Eppler's on Market Street.October 23, 2003 : Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.October 22, 2003 : Her photo in a wooden frame, outdoor table at Casa de Bandini...October 21, 2003 : His songs have a characteristic lilting rhythm which I find intriguing, and immediately identifiable.October 20, 2003 : "No power!", he says, laughing, throwing his hands up.October 19, 2003 : Familiar voice. Maybe a little nervous, maybe a little tired.October 18, 2003 : I bought a Loosestrife plant, intending to send some of its leaves to an estranged friend.October 17, 2003 : Tall woman, Korean, thin in a naturally graceful way.October 16, 2003 : "Thank you," she said, although in all honesty it hadn't been much.October 15, 2003 : Why do I babble when I write to her?October 14, 2003 : Her picture in a blue frame, on top of the cd player, appropriately.October 13, 2003 : Her picture with her mother.October 12, 2003 : "Who's the cutie?"October 11, 2003 : The first thing I saw after waking up in heaven was an ad for an accident attorney.October 10, 2003 : As I lost consciousness I heard for some reason the tinkling sound of the song the ice cream trucks played, on summer days in childhood.October 9, 2003 : She was so scared she could barely steer.October 8, 2003 : Smoke. Black, gray, white.October 7, 2003 : White sand beach beneath an otherworldly canopy of vibrant blue and gold and purple stars.October 6, 2003 : Her picture on the rug in my friends' living room.October 5, 2003 : I feel as though some uninvited stranger has been rummaging my drawers of underwear.October 4, 2003 : His picture in my old room in Clairemont.October 3, 2003 : City busses, subway trains. Motion and mass.October 2, 2003 : Her picture with her sister.October 1, 2003 : She said, "I don't like this... I don't like this."
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