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Quarters, Pasos, Arabians

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Sometime that night I heard one; you get so you know when they’re coming in low down the valley or set up high over the coastals and I was sure about it.

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…

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.

Cool Gray Redemption

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

Sparrow and Mockingbird Greet the Dawn

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feathered waves of tangerine peach

Naming the Beauties

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the signature of God/ consigning everything/ to the saturating energies of time.

Quitting

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

Trapeze Artist

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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.

Ah Ha!

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

My Worst Nightmare

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diplopic haiku

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

Hermano Sandwich

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His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."

Litter Box

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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.

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…

Flowers for Our Dead Lovers

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We brought flowers for our dead lovers

The Guardian

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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…

Visiting Sally

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

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.

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.”

A Christmas Tale

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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...

Casting It

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

Chicagoo (from Swink literary journal)

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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?

The Poet Reads

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

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 …

Fuck Ups

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we try, we keep trying

Bonne Fire

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

Notes from Underground

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

Bogart Generations

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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.

just like James Taylor

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tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does for you.