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I was a Cub Scout, and the face of God was a joke that was told to my little pack. The joke went as thus:
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We are infused with fear and dread/
of the world we won’t engage/
except through flat screens and remotes,
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Marge came home with a Doors CD.
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I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
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He has no plan, he needs a plan, he has no plan, he needs a plan -- the two thoughts bounce around inside his skull like racquet balls.
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She had plain features suggestive of a Native American, which in fact, she was, partly, and she rarely wore makeup of any kind. She easily might have been indistinguishable in a moving crowd except for her loping gait and a tendency to move her hands arou
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He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
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Liz didn’t steal his heart / she embezzled it
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The snake was fang-less and so had to choke her, making the kill bloodless and drawn out, just the way she liked it.
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We stopped at the Western Summit of the Mohawk Trail. Below Richland lay in the valley. I could see all the way to New York State and well into Vermont. From memory, I picked out the Hoosac River running south under the railroad
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He's not something you'll want, waiting for you, inside your living room's ear. Go and see your family. Breathe the broad daylight whenever you can. I got lost in some free form dog caves. That's all. That's no path to aspire to …
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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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And because the film is French, the camera pauses / long moments at the curve of her neck, it watches/ her finger vermilion tulips in a vase. Her new lover,/ a wisp of a man, looks good in leather./ The camera pans quickly across beige suede,/ rests long
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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Poets are more like Jesus,/
suffering the cross
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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Behind the wainscoting, the mice scratch, struggling to keep warm.
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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My future husband is wondering why I'm "taking your crap"
when I'm excellent at standing up to his.
He's cooking dinner in the stylish two story home he owns
and wishing he had someone to share it with,
a blue eyed blonde, but only if she's me.
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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She wouldn't have been the first.
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It started (or maybe ended) with the boot flying off the balcony and bouncing in the dead grass in front of our building.
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I tell my woman friend the new man's penis is too large. I tell her once. She asks me later whether I asked about it at the doctor's—large cock, she calls it, and I say I told the doctor my boyfriend's in a wheelchair.
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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THERE'D been mutterings on the shareholders' board about a dodgy deal shoved through. In the rush after the towers' thing to get out relevant stock an executive producer had signed off on some film school kid for five big ones to shoot a…
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Now that I no longer sleep to see you,
propelled by this motion that is not magic
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The signal sets the faint young boys into motion
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A Nonfiction Behind the Scenes look at how the Arcana Magi Universe came to existence.
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