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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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The day after falling in love,
I became unmoored from everything familiar.
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A little poem about prison
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I sit down next to a youngster on the couch. “Would you like to see?” she asks. “See what?” I reply....
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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If love could only by heat be bound
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The Strongman used to weep alone in hissingle dusty tent at night, all of uscould hear him, sobbing, thinking about theone incredible time in his mostlymiserable life he accidentallybrushed his thick arm…
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A figure left the building.
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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We descended directly from Charlemagne
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He doesn’t intend to lie after this. For now, he just wants to take in the sea and the quiet.
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the slow stretches across the horizon
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The night my husband became a transvestite, crows started dying. They fell from the sky like black umbrellas, hitting the ground with a thud. A rainstorm of birds. I figured it was a virulent strain of bird flu that drifted into the clouds and killed them
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There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
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We soft boiled the free range egg, cracked it, and were surprised to find nothing in it.
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There is no hate in his eyes...
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Indeed, it was quite likely that no one in town had ever played either of these games. The townsfolk were not big fans of word games, though they did enjoy Whist and Canasta.
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"The carpet's hot lava," my son cries, pointing at the ground from the sofa."Yeowch!" I say, leaping next to him.We sit together for a moment, silently contemplating our predicament."We need to get downstairs," I tell him. He nods, but does not move. He stares at the hot…
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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Her eyes stared wide with panic, her teeth chattered intermittently with impressive intensity, and with her ineffectual stabs at the air she completed the portrait of distracted mania.
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We're in a sedate forest next to a boisterous beach. The sky is sea green above the trees and forest green above Sinepuxent Bay. Chaste squirrels are keeping a lookout for bad-boy gulls. Kids on circus bikes ride out of the woods into their bathing suits. The…
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How could he care less what those below thought, when everything below him was demonstrably beneath him?
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You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
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