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All the neighborhood kids waited for the school bus on a small cement slab at the bottom of the first big hill on Blackhorse Road. My mother made me scrambled egg sandwiches on wheat toast every morning for breakfast before I left for school. Then one mor
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This soil is bereft, with only mocking water
below, so catacombed in chalk.
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He fell through her scalp-crust
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They have a saying in Russia: Live in Voronezh, work in Samara, die in Tyumen. In honour of Saint Rose, born on the banks of the Voronezh, fed the hungry and the poor of Samara, torn apart by wolves in Tyumen on the exact date that she had herself predict
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Morning claims me from sleep before I can say noYou wake up instantly from your alarm clock's ringYou are bright, enthusiastic, ready to cooperateIt will be a good dayYou shower, dress and I prepare your breakfastEggs, soft, toast two ways, one with salmon cream cheese,One…
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Mr. Blumberg and I sat side by side on a small couch in the family room. He was watching a football game on TV.
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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Looking at an image of a graffiti on a wall on our computer screen we ask ourselves: what is the image's main graffiti-like property? We might answer: its location. But that is a contextual and political interpretation. There's nothing in that answer which addresses the…
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Mom wraps a bulky-knit scarf around my face and over my mouth. She tightens it into a big knot in back of my collar.
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But what if it grew into a nasty tea party-ish bimbo right winger -- a little Michelle Bachmann nubbin?
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There's something in the space youare tonight that's for me asweet presence in my own life,and so like any othercoward I write a poemin vain. It will never beseen as itself by you, butpossibly be mistakenfor an open window. Somewill definitely call itfurniture, some will…
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Yet tenderness resided here
among the canvases,
the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax;
the splatters of discarded ideas.
We made love the way people said prayers
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi
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The soul was in the eyes but (it) isn't
The animal is in the body and can't be hidden
One senses the density of the blood there
Occasionally the soul rises to the surface
Occasionally the animal comes into the eyes
They use people and throw them away
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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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I would like to credit St. Mary's and St. Joseph's for my decision to become a Buddhist nun. The day after I sacrificed my virginity to Johnny Delaney, St. Joseph's star quarterback, he dumped me for Fiona Kelly. That's when I decided to…
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Public voice when he's tense.
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His mother was a ballerina.
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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As I watched her sleep, I saw gentle frost and sun on crystal.
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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Light slunk in from under a door, but just a sliver.
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Every ten days, the Decadent Sisters assembled for dinner. Although raised together, they were each very different...
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The problem with drinking gin in the desert is that eventually there is no more gin but the desert is still there.
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It's true push often comes to shove
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