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Evening was drawing nigh and Mosby's horse had tired from the daylong ride.
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21491918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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19991915
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“What does the future hold?”
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1969199
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the constant inner jabber
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In China I remembered you only once:the restaurant's speciality, chosenfrom a braid of live varieties,spiraled to the floor while the waiterflayed it with a knife flickedfrom his wrist. The snake made your initialover and over the black tile.What pain? Love's all…
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"And you’ll forgive my sayin’, your Maggie’s in heat, and if ya want to keep her you’re gonna ‘ave to fight. To be sure after this they’ll leave ya alone.”
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I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
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On the bed he tickled her until she was crying with laughter. And then the tickles became caresses, the fingers, lips.
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Somebody pushed the automatic fuck-you button today,
not the due-to-the-volume-of-submissions-we-receive button,
nor the it-does-not-fit-our-editorial-needs button;
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21951911
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No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
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One moustache hair at moustache level on a filmy bathroom mirror. A red velvet spread on a big round bed. Dear Ma: We saw a bearded lady.
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Writing as parallel form | Writing a parallel line | Seeing stealing | Stealing seeing | Stealing as seeing
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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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I remember the tan guinea pig, dead of dehydration. Through the wire bars of her cage I viewed her body. She lay stiff on her side, stretched out, as if in her guinea-pig dream she had been running through grassland, open and close to the sky.
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It has scent, your heat, of jonquils and lime, of spices seared in a hot black pan.
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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Obesity in America is now considered a felony, thanks to Michelle Obama's biceps and weight obsession. They've sent me to couch potato prison where I'm doing hard time in a dark corner of an unfinished basement filled with cobwebs that…
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20071910
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The snows have not come but left behind are the sounds of summer in my old neighborhood.
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Say the word and I shall become
a photograph;
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She's not a poet, but does she have to be? She comes to the reading to read the poems of her recently dead husband, for she made a vow: that she would read his work at an open mic. Now she is keeping her word. It's her way of keeping him alive or maybe it's his way of…
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They line the bar beside me.
Talking about themselves and estranged children,
while rubbing necks and wrists,
searching for the pulse.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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but I pretend again I've kept the prairie/
out, have battled back the smoke and dirt
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served as it is/
among these friends.
The frayed filaments/
tickle my chin and irritate my nostrils,
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that day is my barking up and leaves falling down story, but in their elephant slowness it seemed no more than the regular run of the sun slightly disappearing here, and then maybe reappearing there, like a lost color, way over the horizon, or the…
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The promise of free food and drink was too much to pass up since I hadn't played a gig in months and was living on peanut butter and celery. When Kelly called I was too hungry and thirsty for drink to turn him down.
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