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Yankees call them daffodils.
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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The Cheese Maker's Son;
The Pretenders;
Train Whistles in the Wintertime
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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When he got out of sick bay, they moved him into a room with three other alkies. A kid, a tree trimmer, and a Catholic priest.
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There he was. Minnesota Fats, short and pudgy, jowly and blond-haired.
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Here's how it works. The clock in my therapy office ticks off the minutes I get to spend talking with each patient, forty-five in and out, regardless of the amount of distress. Less distress has the option of being shoved out earlier but…
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I don't know what happened to all the men. Used to wonder if they killed them all.
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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...a session/
of hide and seek/
among the syllables.
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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When you push my bra down, so it rests uncomfortably beneath my breasts—your teeth dragging pink trails across my throat and shoulders, pushing your thumb and forefinger into my panties—you don't say that you love me. You say, “Jesus shit. Relax, baby,…
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I'm reading your remains.
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What are the odds of August rain in Texas?
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I knew a girl on Folly Island who took
showers in water so hot
her skin blushed pink rosettes.
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You have transformed me into an aimless, sleepless wraith...
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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Eli the dog cocks his head like a pistol;
half cock, full cock.
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"we are all headed to be forsaken by animal hearts a mountain of poor"
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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My real parents lived about 200 miles in the other direction from where we came. But long ago I determined they were too real.
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It's that quiet comfortable darkness. One should feel it often and necessarily.
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