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I have nothing in me but a raw loneliness right now. It's as if someone whirl-winded me out of the sky into the middle of the ocean in the middle of the red faced night. My fate seems immobile, sealed, doomed to a rocking nothingness, like…
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171783
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I was making good bread as a New York studio musician and jingle writer, anonymous back-room jobs.
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171721
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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171783
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I walked on hot coals. She got ahead of me. (228 words)
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1717124
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There was a children’s lit theme running through the party. Aside from Annemarie’s costume, there was a Harry Potter, a Pinocchio, and a Grinch.
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171711
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After lunch it's vocal coaching: shrieking, screaming, crying Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!, panting and face fanning. Next it's ‘situational training', where we pretend to be audience members on real talk shows and practice everything we've learned th
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171764
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Raymond Carver used to write poetry in his car. /
Tonight, I tried it too. /
I have a car like Raymond Carver /
but cannot write poetry like Raymond Carver. /
The car isn’t enough.
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1716199
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the constant inner jabber
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17161514
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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17161511
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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171665
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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1716136
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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171610
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At that point he would leave and listen to the scientists as they debate as to why the moon has organs and why they are covered in a thick fat.
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1716136
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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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1715105
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It’s a song you knew once, begin to remember now: You’ve had this dream before.
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171551
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‘Oh, and try these. ' She handed me a plastic baggy full of seeds that resembled watermelon seeds, only smaller. ‘If these don't work your problem runs deeper...'
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1715136
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Occasionally, I look down and spit.
Not caring that it originates from
the deepest hole in my lungs,
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171554
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It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
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171564
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But who am I kidding. We aren’t in love. Being in love is for high schoolers or middle aged divorcees exploring their sexuality. Our love is real, sweaty, backwards, forwards, angry, trusting. We love as you only can after seeing someone at their best and
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171522
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In principle, Sergeant Brock Lumley resisted superstition, but if you were to stop him on any given day he was patrolling Baghdad streets with his rifle squad and ask him to open the front left ammo pouch on his flak vest, he’d get this look on his face..
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171542
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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.
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171511
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I'm not hungry now
The darkness swallows me as they eat.
I'm starving now
With a pain I can't defeat.
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171462
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She was in love with a boy whose eyes were so brown that she sat stopped in the restaurant at the anniversary dinner with the spoon in her slow chocolate fondant. Out of the corner of her eye, around the back of her head, under the table knees knocking
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171443
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There is nothing so obscure it is not enhanced by talking, nothing so dull it cannot be coaxed into brilliance, nothing so deep it cannot be dug from an abyss and brought to the surface in paroxysms of red.
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1714168
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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1714122
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i miss you/
at times unbearably/
a dull ache that won’t quit
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171410
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I knew her face but not her hair, at least not the right way up.
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171442
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"I was hit by an Amtrak train and dragged a hundred feet, and I'm going to die from smoking cigarettes."
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