1678 4 3
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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1678105
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Rounding a corner, Clarissa wiped out and hit the floor chin-first. She wailed and the dildos skittered away under a display.
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167883
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45s I’ve kept wrapped in newspaper in the attic. These are all mine. Some doubling up in sleeves. Some pushing tears in the seams.
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16782112
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It is a well-known fact that my wife sleeps around. There. I said it and now everyone knows that I too know about my wife. Let me just tell you this one thing; she has her reasons. You ask me how I know that she has her reasons, but who would know better than…
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167876
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She loved me once. When we were young and the world revolved slowly in our hands. She never said as much, but she did. I knew by the way she moved, the looks, the whispers in the dead of night that carried only to my ears. We spent weeks on that beach in…
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1678124
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It rises rigid and plumb from its heavy base, the severity of line yielding to grace only at the throat where it crests into a subtly constrictive pinch.
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167800
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Once upon a time, not so long ago in Los Angeles, Jack and Jill Woodman’s father remarried.
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167855
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“Dear, baby, what do you fear?”
Or maybe it was, “Now here are the keys to the lock.”
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167764
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167776
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I'm a librarian. A reader. I identify as a four-eyed person. I've always worn glasses. I got my first pair in the second grade. It was a miracle! The blurry world I'd inhabited all my life suddenly came into focus. I could see the blackboard! I could read street signs! I…
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16771816
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I can’t take my eyes off a tall blonde with green eyes. I catch her eye.
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167795
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Sundays after Mass, Sister Edburga gathered the team in the shower room, we stripped naked in a circle, held hands and said a prayer we’d win our game. A boy no one knew walked alongside her with a box full of jockstraps.
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167711
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I. The girl within the sleeping woman dreams her dream of ending. To her comes the cowgirl with no kids: she's riding high atop her turquoise horse, steady by its braided mane. Silver pistols holstered. The girl in the woman in the dream she's dreaming…
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1677137
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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16771412
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Behind them all, in the background, a tray of vodka tonics waits on a glass table, the limes losing color as they drown.
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167694
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167651
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Funny, you can drink wine and eat stale crackers, but you cannot suck a simple lollipop? Where does it say that in the bible? Nowhere, that’s where.
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16762214
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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167620
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This is an older story that was inspired by research on naming conventions while trying to find record of my own ancestors in the Ukraine. I did not find them. Instead I was inspired to write this.
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167663
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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16762315
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Pa grasps my fingers, odd because he's never held my hand and he's dead ten years anyway.
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167664
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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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167632
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I want to talk like Rose Tyler, and be whisked away by the strapping Docor, preferably in David Tennant form.
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167650
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I like to think of my poetry as fungus, sprouting out of the dank and fertile soil of my imagination.
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1676106
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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16762218
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The end will film itself/
in charred, eviscerated bodies
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167533
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Do you know first hiss of batter hitting groundnut oil in a shallow pan, I ask, on a morning after a long, dream-ridden sleep?
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167500
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She pulls out of love, while you sit upon the rumble seat, a granted is taken for every crack of the whip. She pulls out of fear. She pulls.
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167587
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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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167587
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I usually idle by Spades Check Cashing on 8th Ave. and catch folks that way. The Homestead cops, they moved stations from a little up Amity to down on 7th, which is closer to Spades, but they leave me alone. I've drove jitneys almost ten years. Only been cited twice,…
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