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He died in the ditch he dug.
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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Sometimes they bleat like sheep when I shave in the shower. They live in a complex social order.
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My ex-girlfriends live in a pastel-drenched cabin on the edge of a hemlock forest in Canada somewhere,
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.
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If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.
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Julie studied her brush, plucking a strand of hair from it. She looked up and smiled. "My mother thought you were a peeper."
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Liszt, Piano Sonata in B minor. I don't like it but I can't stop listening. It doesn't fit my mood, or the high plains landscape, or the early evening, pink and blue, pastel colored sky.
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Across the vacant vanished . . .
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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1I'VE BEEN looking though books of paintings and I've been thinking …
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looking like you never once purposefully disappeared from our view. Like a river running clean through a fog's lying heart. Like standing thunder, suddenly gone solid enough, within a crazed hungry countryside, like a smile's radius, to be seen and heard …
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Elizaveta still wore her winning smile, the one that only charmed. She looked up suddenly: “Watch out, Pushkin! (falls over Gogol) “Watch out, Gogol!” (falls over Pushkin).
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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Three months had passed since the grease fire melted Jasmine's face.I sat beside her on the hospital bed and held her clamy hand as she trembled. "No more stir-fry," I joked. The doctor and nurse faked a chuckle. Jasmine might have, but the bandages muffled…
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Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get where you need to be.
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I spend my time sitting on the back step—poison oak reddening my arm—under the eaves, waiting to escape.
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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls
of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia
because of the ghosts of alcohol already
etched inside my veins
and the headlong loss of oxygen
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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He was a Decembrist but he was not / one of the hanged
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There was man from antiquity that sat next to me. His belief in the healing qualities of Aloe Vera so pronounced, that the house brimmed with such. He had no use for modernity in any of its forms but was fond of supermarkets. When in one he was overwhelmed with an…
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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Mimi: Santa, I am so down with taking a number, but I really can't have you reading that particular story.
Santa: Let me be the judge of that. I am Santa. I give presents to kids.
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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