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I was a six year old with no bike. Only the males in my familyhad that privilege. So one morning I got up very early, before the older siblings awoke, crept out the back porch door where Iknew there would be two bikes in the yard just waiting for me and my…
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My date with Satan commenced at the Sanrio store by Union Square where we went to browse through two stories of miniature Japanese school supplies and grooming accessories.
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“Mommy,” the voice was thin as a fledgling's. “I'm here, baby,” I said. An arm rose from the pavement and small fingers wound themselves into my…
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They were carried out / over shoulders of running soldiers / naked bodies pass
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I think he viewed Communion as an act of hygiene that allowed him to go on being fiery and self-determined.
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The alphabets will disappear.
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The dog is reading. This morning, as every morning, the book is open in front of him. Well before his master's rise, he had already read the moon then dawn and the clouds. Now the slippers, these that walk here and there. Followed by coffee and the pages that turn. A little…
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In the late 60’s, I lived on West 71st street in Manhattan and borrowed books from a store.
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We sat in the weight room. The coach walked in with his clipboard and stood until we were quiet.
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It's not loneliness I'm afraid of. It's how I would be happy to be alone too much.
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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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i stained his hockey sheets
right over the red wings
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She feels the music deep in her belly,her hips swaying, she looks out through lids no longer guardedand sees you, Her knees bend, her eyes close, She is moving back and forth,a pulse in time,Her arms snake around her head,She does not ask,may I enjoy myself?…
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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Marge didn't eat lamb or pork.
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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for the rush of longing
and brush with flight
that is her imagination
will surely lift her above the traffic
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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I still walk into galleries. A shadow of my old self still walks into galleries. That old self was hungry to be wounded by the juxtaposition of color and form and texture and line and darkness and light. But I can no longer see art. I can…
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We met in graduate school. We were both taking a course on teaching using the case study method over at the Business School. I was from psychology. She was from biology. We were both getting Harvard doctorates. But as many people…
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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When I was a little boy, I had a thing about women’s behinds.
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