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I’ve lost something at sea / and am at a foreign island to find it.
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The warrior would prepare for death by writing a death poem. Sometimes the samurai would begin the ritual and write his poem in blood.
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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years later ghosts enter. . . .
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The crow in darkness;visual palpitationsunder the street lamp. In the dark morningmy car disrupts the still cold;a blister on earth.Never mind the cat.The Japanese Peace Lillywill steal your last breath.The blacktop highway;a rough scab to cover thedeep man-cut…
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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Death is like a warmcup of hot cocoa, steamingup into nothing. The sun rise will bringprison bars of light through thebedroom blinds again. Sorry about thefirst three hours of your deathI thought you were drunk. Across the park thestrange dog looks…
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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Four nights out of sevenI will lay with youFour nights out of sevenIt's the best I can do In the day, we will bake our breadAt night, ha, we will break our bed!Four nights out of seven, I will be with you
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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(For Dancer and Guitar) …
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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She rolls up at school with the word MAYHEM marker-penned across her stomach, wrote so big the first and last letters graze each inner thigh bone. She says it's in honour of some rock star I never knew.
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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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I. Happy Ending? Why Not! My wife and I got divorced and my little dog died and I decided I'd had enough of Seattle, so I hopped a boat to Belize, and soaked up the sun and gained back some weight and, by God, I got happy again. And I met this cool…
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“Perhaps instead of a book I could write lists of words, in alphabetical order, an avalanche of isolated words which expresses the truth I still do not know” — Italo Calvino albumen before child grit secretlyshame august blood …
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“This is the most dangerous road in the world and you want to drive down it. You crazy,” he said.
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We’d told her that Kasey waitressed. We talked about it a lot, trying to figure something out. I wanted to be honest with her. Kasey said she was too young to understand. I said that was why honesty wouldn’t hurt anything. Kasey said what about later.
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Fold in the edges.
Careful.
Creases marked and thumbnail pressed.
Don’t look up.
Fold in the edges.
Concentrate.
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“And what kind of man would prefer all these dusty old books to my physical form? Who would memorize archaic incantations, when he could be whispering in my ear? Why search for the ancient splendors of metaphor, when one could be searching for the ...
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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May as well have lived two lives, he thinks: one before memory and one after. And how can you remember someone else's life? You can't. After forty years of living, he realizes that there's no way of knowing what his own eyes have witnessed.
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She asks me what she should do, and I say I don't know because I'm no good at handling fragile things. She says, let's talk about you. I say I can't - phone signal, you know. She calls me anyway, twice, then leaves a message saying that she just wanted to
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While Leif was still very young, his emotions were very easy to read, for they appeared on his parchment coloured skin, named in his mother's writing. When he was seventeen, Leif fell in love. She was a pretty maid, one of the college servants who kept his…
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My wife has gone in Laos to translate foreign tongues, and I await the day when I too may leave.
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