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The rocks were pillows around her shorn head, the crimson stream running from her ears the only sign she had not chosen to lay down on them. Behind us, the rockface stood stoic; below us, the water lapped our feet.She held my hand in hers, giving me succor as I…
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It was always your body that told so much --
lips working some secret out
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Our banter has shifted, like wading from the shallow to the deep end. He taps his foot. “Your underwear reminded me of my grandma’s underwear.”
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It was as if every wrong foisted upon his ancestors stirred up a war in him and he was charged with intending the canon at the living.
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In your mouth is the attic studio
Where your father’s brushes lie wet with water
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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We drank beer and played loose pool, attracted two fun girls, one Jamaican, the other dirty blonde, both of whom seemed interested in only one of the four of us.
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
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Harpo was there with his wife. Harpo’s girlfriend came up behind the couch where I was sitting, and I ran my hand up her leg underneath her dress.
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It's just another night in the old city, perched in the skeletal radio tower with my collection of telescopes
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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Now I know
All you need is coffee
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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Passing by PallanteumOr ‘Dido's Song' Form: Double Sestina, iambic pentameter, rhymed Who knows of hell, knows less of paradise? I've known them both, when vanquished in your eyes, When draws the kelp where lost men had their graves Below…
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state a shambles, mountains and rivers endure./meanwhile, the city hides amidst spring's thick growth . . .
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Why go outside where the gutters /
are fraudulent and clogged with popularity?
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[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]CLAUDE: Dear sir, We regret to inform you That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair…
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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“Not all the birds are to be trusted, and there are other spies more evil than they are.” —J.R.R.Tolkien This may well be our own about time, time to walk out that comfortable front door forever into danger. Nothing will ever…
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It started like this: just him saying, "Nice to meet you, Marie," and me, while I just said his own name back to him, at the same time thinking, "I want you to take me to a hotel room someday, Frederick. I think I’ll like the way you’d make me feel...
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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On their first meeting, when Hans rolled his wheelchair to her door she would be he first to say that her heart sank. But he was so beautiful and charming and funny and quirky that his disability was soon forgotten.
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"Hattie? What are you doing?" Bosley asked, the quaver in his voice an indication of an impending erection.
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Things are still being said in a world that sounds like rough bows and straight slicing arrows communicating with (smashing like fists) a poor pool of tired animals. There must also come a time to surprise these same cruel machines…
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