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We’re heading to a
Poetry reading when my wife
Says “You owe me one”
Coming back from the
Poetry reading, my wife says
“You owe me, big time”
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but with a light, a rainbow light which was scattered, maybe she herself was a scattering of light, an infinity of universes caught like the opening rays of sunlight
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A sense of plenty courses through
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Survival is often violent.
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When I got out I didn't buya new suit of clothes, stepinto a bar, or bargainfor an hour with a whore.I walked from McGee Streetover to Russell and wonderedif Bus 16 still went out of its wayto loop around the traffic knotat the shopping mall. It'd drop you thereif you had…
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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"...across from me
staring at my bare knees."
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I'm afraid to find out what my spirit animal is
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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I knew I needed to visit a beach / made entirely of sharks’ teeth
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I’m maybe only four. Not smoking cigarettes found in street gutters yet. That will come the next year, when I’m five. Maybe when I’m six, and Andy’s five, my pal from across the street. That’s my tricycle parked behind this pack of kids that look to be ne
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Incidents intensified. The Dead appeared in twos and threes at shopping mall and Wal-Mart parking lots.
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After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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Got me a 50 pound bat ray.
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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Three hours isn't that long.
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"This story isn’t about you, even if it seems as though it is."
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It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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cymbals guy — another way of saying hey turdshitface haul your skinnyass to the front of the bus.
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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Over his usual ham sandwich and skim milk for lunch Uncle Waldo used to always say, “Going out in the dead of night without a flashlight is dangerous.” But I knew what I was doing. After dark, I'd slip out and sneaker on down the path to take a dip in a…
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Stupid's rising up, I see. Melting all the intellect. I before E, except after C, but that's not how the alphabet goes.
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Carl and Dolly were actors. Dolly was offered the lead in a porno film, but she turned it down.
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Just beyond the corkscrew slide / the President of Egypt was bleeding to death
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I'm mucked now for sure. No one's going to discover my difficult poems in a locked away desk drawer somewhere after the dying fact. I remember how it feels to be knocked out by someone standing next to me in a simple white dress. This…
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my father has a phobia of dentists./ he also once felt/ that if the house ran out of toilet paper/ he would lose his job.
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Backs in the grass, legs straight, bare feet resting at angles, Rachel and I, both of us seven, looked up through the oak limbs that made black lightning cracks across a blinding blue sky. Three hula hoops sat trapped in the trees’ sprawled grasp.
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