1823 0 0
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The desk calendar was brilliant, unused. The problems with it didn't begin until March.
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1822 14 9
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“Mommy,” the voice was thin as a fledgling's. “I'm here, baby,” I said. An arm rose from the pavement and small fingers wound themselves into my…
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1822 15 13
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I'm still working on this. I'm always open to your thoughts.
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1822 0 0
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The year is 2110. The earth is no longer habitual for human beings. The oceans are gone, the sky is red and radiated and the last vestiges of human civilian are located within the confines of massive barrier cities. For a century mankind has been at war w
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1822 4 3
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Maybe it’s the cold that has me seeing double. My sister in Florida would probably laugh, “I told you so” as she sips her pumpkin latte in the barely-cold.
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1822 8 4
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...Father is with her, face stinking with cheer...
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1822 2 2
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When the sky was thinner and water faster, we would chase the falling stars.
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1822 8 6
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1822 15 15
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I dreamt I was spinning down the coast in a convertible. It was warm, and the top was down.
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1822 8 6
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the/ orange/ tastes/ welcome
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1822 6 4
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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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1822 2 1
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My legs hung over the bed as I leaned over the food tray. Under my left arm was Adele, my toy cat. I wondered if the staff told the boy of my ritual of always feeding Adele first before I gave the spoon to myself.
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1822 4 2
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when the sun goes down alone
vice is forgotten in the night wind
your lover's voice
on the phone
held fast in the balance
of gravity and momentum
overcoming inanimate objects
and the unknown
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1822 7 3
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Note to self: look up Bobby Sands.
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1822 11 9
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What if I never feel like a real artist? What does it even mean to be a "real" artist? What if nobody ever cares about what I make?
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1822 4 0
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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1822 5 3
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He never bothered converting the tip money he pocketed at the Imperial Street 24 hour car wash as his world was replete with 25 cent transactions, making quarters the perfect coin for his realm.
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1821 7 6
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Alexander Ivanovich stuck out his leg and tripped Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachev. Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachev stood up, took two steps forward, stuck out his leg and tripped Alexander Ivanovich.
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1821 6 3
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She shoved a small bottle under her aprons and came towards me, darkening the passageway from “Ancestor” by Thomas Kinsella The night I heard the Banshee she passed away. In my screaming fear dada and mama woke. …
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1821 18 13
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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1821 5 0
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On Saturday nights, they dream of you. You are the gas station they can’t own, the lottery they can’t win. You are beating up their boss, giving him a headache that will last through Wednesday morning, keep him home half the week.
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1821 6 3
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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1821 5 4
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A man with bleeding hands at the back door of Out of the Closet
this morning asked me for the bride and groom figurines at the
top of my donation box
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1821 0 0
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Physicists say that a tremendous amount of energy has to be generated in order to rip through space-time, to jump to another place, and at this time, we're incapable of doing it. I have to disagree. They've never met my brain. I fear it's going to kill me
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1821 2 1
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It wasn't that I couldn’t imagine it. Rather, I could almost conjure the choreography to mind. One of his hands would graze at the side of my face. One finger would extend and stroke me, from my temples to my chin. He would press my body against something
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1821 3 2
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Woman With Water Bottles has taken up a little spot in the back of my brain, her hair tickling her eyes in the breeze.
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1821 16 12
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The P-36 used for gunnery exercises was twitchy and stubborn...
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1821 3 1
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It’s me walking in on you shooting up in the diner’s cesspool of a
shitter, and you trying to conceal the evidence while you’re telling
me it’s straight up your first time.
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1821 6 1
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Nora never dated Scandinavians.
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1820 0 0
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"... Sometimes I think I'm so close to knowing what it's all about, to knowing myself, and then sometimes everything seems so hopeless, as if I haven't learned a thing."
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