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A Little Piece of Humanity

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It wasn't meant to happen like this— the shutter, the feeling of breathlessness when he touched her shoulder, even after he had pointed out all of the things she had done incorrectly throughout the day. They had been married for five years in February, and as…

Picturing Utrillo

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

You, Cliché

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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 …

Sparrow and Mockingbird Greet the Dawn

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feathered waves of tangerine peach

How I Left Onandaga County

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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...

Quitting

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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.

The Poet Reads

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If ever I read a poem aloud It will not be from a podium’s shelter

Ah Ha!

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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.

The Haunting

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the ugliness will not be denied

Rainbow

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“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”

Danny Casolaro: 64 Stories, Part 2

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Cesario.

Fuck Ups

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we try, we keep trying

G.

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The stand is designed to clasp two guitars, one on either side. She cradles an Ovation in her arms, a guitar variety our high school friends used to call a soup bowl. In the stand is an acoustic-electric hybrid that I toyed with for ten…

South 55

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This is a wife pregnant with spiders

My Worst Nightmare

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diplopic haiku

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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.

Letters from the Asylum (3)

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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.

Notes from Underground

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The end is rehearsed over and over;/ in a world without heaven all is farewell.

Casting It

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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...

The Legend of Bo Grass

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Bo ruled the city by suggesting new scent formulas in a booming croak of a voice that shook the earth for acres around, yet as a result everybody on the block smelled like fairy breath. Or, on his BAD BREATH DAYS all of the people reeked of rotted sushi f

Cool Gray Redemption

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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.

Migrant Workers

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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…

Pot-shots- an Octet for the New Year

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Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.

"Hadrian's Farewell" as Tanka and Haiku

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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.

Borges in the SUB

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"There's Borges."

Visiting Sally

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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.

Weary

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At this time of night, the fluorescence makes his eyes bleed. The muscles in his legs are tight; walking's more of a necessity than anything else. Alexander pushes the shopping cart down the endless gray tile floors of the Grand Union on 35.

Game Night

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We’re all competitive and drunk.

Bonne Fire

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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.

Missing Letter

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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…