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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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171961
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Do you think we die when we age?Or when a car runs over our hearts?We die slowly, minute by minute, every secondBy the time you read this, you've died a little
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171935
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My mother and I are close We talk like friends I tell her about people I'm dating She gets excited for me And she asks how it's going When I tell her I think I'm gay She says nothing She does not ask about the woman I am seeing She does not ask how I am doing …
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The world knows how to make you smile. I'm certain, but it's your own unique grin that they want for themselves. It's always been their perfect prize to horde. The trouble of course comes from wanting something that only exists in…
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171964
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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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On the birthday before he started school, he received a pencil case from his paternal grandparents. The violet, oblong pouch contained a pencil and a pencil sharpener in the same color. He didn't remember what had happened with the pencil or the sharpener, but he had…
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The end will film itself/
in charred, eviscerated bodies
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17181914
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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171800
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A behind the scenes look at how music influenced the writing of Arcana Magi Universe.
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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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17181412
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He says, You think too much and he grins a grin that has all of the attic keys on a wrought iron ring, on a chain.
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I’m aware I will never be a woman the night you leave me for another city
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1718107
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Uncle Tee, a dog handler, taught all the camp children their basics: how to "make change" from a $10-bill, how to slip a hand into ladies' purses, and how to make their smiles warm and endearing.
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I walked on hot coals. She got ahead of me. (228 words)
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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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171811
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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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1717106
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I saw/
star shine in/
my silver pail
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171744
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She lets go and it slides back too slowly.
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171782
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the dogneck gave no support
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1717178
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"Your mother does sailors," the parrot screeched.
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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1716107
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turn my Dorothy Hamill into a golden shadow
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171654
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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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171632
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Teaching never occurred to me in college. I took workshops and wrote often. Friends and classmates, meanwhile, switched from studio majors to Art Education, or from English to Certification. Not me. Teaching high-schoolers would be all wrong. Briefly, I…
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17161410
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It is indisputable that poets love roadkill...
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1716205
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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171600
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“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
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Jane worked out of her new husband's suburban house, struggling to remember it belonged to her too. She shook off memories of years in a rented Mid-City shotgun, an old elevated dwelling that still seemed like home. It ended up with four feet of canal water…
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