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Other pathways are more satisfactory. They are more closely attuned to music of the other world. Even so, the heat eventually burns them up.
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...still the same old signs...
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How they all beat the small drum/
of the word within the world
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I made myself tiny as I could, imagining I was Houdini shackled underwater, holding my nose and practicing my escape...
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There was gonna be a rumble in our schoolyard. An outright brawl. It was gonna be just like Blackboard Jungle. Only real. Not some movie at the Duwamish Drive-In. Every boy in my school, it seemed like, was lined up outside except me. All the third and fourth graders…
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Now he took his guitar in hand, and at once he felt a strange fiery sensation rise from the soles of his feet, to the palms of his hands, to the tips of his fingers: the Duende. It was that mystical force poets can sense, and no philosopher can explain.
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Effie reckons the river her sister keeps asking about, the Great Pee Dee, was named after some Indians.
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"And yet she always went on writing, even when nobody cared if she did or not: if she stopped, she told an imaginary prosecutor in her diary, 'I will not have earned death.' "
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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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A delicate thrill buzzed my face.
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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Now his daughter was an American citizen and Max wanted only the chance to board the SS Maua and disembark in New York.
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I could call him. And be done with this waiting but I refused. I wanted him to not forget me first. To bring himself to remember me first before I'd give him the pleasure of my company.
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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He gathers our abusive fathers, our esophageal tears, our peanut fetuses.
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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They wait for me every morningthese two furry four legged catswhen they hear my car,their eyes open wide and they nuzzle each otherin anticipationof the food I bring them
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun
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