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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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She’d once read the Time-Life Encyclopedia on The Universe and became obsessed with the woman from Alabama who was singled out, by a rock from a far place, in her sleep.
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I saw the little family that lives
under the neighbor's backyard deck
two weeks before while decapitating grasslets
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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.
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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.
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Travel into the beautiful swirling being you occupy whenever you get the chance. It's your right to seek the name of the most holy one in your deepest awakening. Then will you most likely find fellow travelers splashing about in their naked auras in…
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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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My piano tutor, a walnut-faced shrew, rapped my knuckles with her small plastic baton to smack them back into the proper tempo, an adagio I’d mastered weeks before. One hour until the audition and damn if this woman didn’t break the skin of two of my fing
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.
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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.
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She suggested just moving in together. A lot less constrained by convention she, on occasion, did not wear a bra.
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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the ugliness will not be denied
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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.
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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A man on the sidewalk dressed as a hot dog hits a triangle dinner bell with a clang and yells for everyone to come and eat at Hot Dog Hot Dog. We were feeling more like fish and chips or spicy pulled pork, but there's something about how…
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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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