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It was Warren who introduced me to this bouncer fellow named John O’Toole. Warren met O’Toole and his wife, Angelina, through the dark prison poet Eugene Forcer. Forcer and O’Toole were the best of friends until a riff erupted between them one drunken n
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Energy is constant though it may manifest/
as dust motes atop the housing of your monitor/
and in the fibers of the filter of your fan coil unit
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Before the saw came my fist through the wall. Now I kneel on the crumbled drywall in my son's closet holding a flashlight, peering into the hole at the plumbing parts I'm supposed to replace. On the other side of the wall the bathtub faucet drips. It is my second…
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Four in the morning. I was awake because I'm always awake. There were little fog-halos around the streetlights.
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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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So many opportunities for mud
can be found in these hills,
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take out the yellowed recipes/
left by mothers and grandmothers—//
perhaps the great aunt who never married—
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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I'd been working for two years as a barista in a Starbuck's in a giant, two-story Borders in an upscale mall on Rt. 355, a main artery between Washington D.C., and Frederick, Maryland. I'd finished my M.F.A in 2000 and was trying to build up steam for more grad…
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Your self-effacement hid/
so much of you//
until you died and the full/
inked legacy shown in light
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Bare feet on hardwood floor
Twists into circles
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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Once, when he had been married for a year, she sent him a card which said, "If you have seen a cat smoke a pipe, you have got it made." There was an illustration of a big, black panther, standing up on its hind legs, smoking what looked like a big tub of
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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Running into the fire, the smoke and the chaos;
selfless first responders, innocent bystanders,
and dedicated runners
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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
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It went like this: We were at the river. It had been a long day. The sun set over the hill tops, now. Me and Danny sat by the edge with buckets of water full of small fish and some dead crab that we'd got from the market, earlier and looked out over the small waves the…
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Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…
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in their hunt for desires not felt on either side of the crescent /
called Gowanus
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It calmed the guilt in my heart while kids reveled, laughed, and "made time" with the neighborhood girls on that final night of freedom.
No one would talk to those girls again.
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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It was beautiful and bright and it felt so real.
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your matching glasses up to mine in the fake air anymore, or click your widening fingernails against the hard bed railings in protest of anything you might be feeling in the floating silt-like depths of your jagged nerves, but…
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It’s a grey and stormy day naturally
We’re crowded into a tiny bus shelter
as it pours 57 varieties of cats and hounds
They keep hitting the pavement around us
with the splatting sounds those animals make
when falling out of the heavens
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
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