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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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IN TIME,
we will walk on gravel paths
studded with gemstones.
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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"People are stupid. They've always been stupid. But these days...." His voice trailed off. "Dumb and dumber, huh?" the Boss asked. Peter nodded.
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This tall, very blonde, very female, friend of mine. . . .
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Everything is on Time’s menu
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"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
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I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.
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We believe in our love storyin spite of the ferocious efforts ofserial bankerseverywhere to discourage us from looking our damned nearprettiest if we really feel like it. I meangranted they do do their ugly troll dogimpressions of…
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You first hear about the wildfire on the old kitchen radio.
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When nothing's coming in All I have are fragments Cloudy memories Uncompleted projects Disappointments loom large and threaten to define me I am only as good as what I produce And now I feel empty So how do I shine How do I find the spark that…
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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McMurdo Sound. Amundsen. Penguins huddled in a mass...
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“Life cannot continue at a breakneck pace, because it is breaking too many necks,” the Health Czar told the President.
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I’ve always missed the mountains, but I didn’t know it until I saw them.
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Can we meet in the desert,
I will stand with a cactus flower clenched
between my teeth and balance en pointe.
I will tame snakes and find your serpent
tongue with my eyes closed.
I will usher in the clouds, when it grows hot,
and, should you becom
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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just another torn & burning journeyflag for the rebel heart. All we know forsure is that dancing among the toads andcrickets takes a bit of courage. Beauty takesreal living guts these days. Laughing takes guts,too. Living takes love. Love is feeling. What'dyou think I…
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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Watch her now as she tries to not smoke. Considers, reconsiders. Checks her nylon bag for her phone charger, and lights a cigarette anyway, which she immediately extinguishes in the kitchen sink.
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Damn, I joke with myself, who was the fucking idiot that bought this cheap bottle of red wine?
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I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
t
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We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.
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She was from Tennessee,
with advantages over me.
An upbringing surrounded by books
and sensitivity.
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The book mind, just like its namesake the book, is capable of movement only after its assembly: otherwise, it boasts no moving parts.
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The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
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I hear
the shriek
of the Laughing Lady
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That son of a bitch locked me in the house again. Come over and knock in a window. One of them by the roses; he won’t see. Be a dear.
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"...I wonder if it held magical powers..."
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