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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black
sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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141186
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Your faded presence in sepia dream returns, firelight whispers and vanilla scented ash. We were a beautiful knot: sinew and hemp, burlap and magnolia petal, concrete and vapor. Gray kisses hovered overhead, misty…
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14111211
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I walked to work back then...
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14111616
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There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
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141110
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Pay attention: our names were Bobby, Didi, Joanie, Mitch and Sam. It was popular in those days to wear big name buttons across your chest, and we’d line up side-by-side as we watched our reflections affix said buttons, anchoring them to our stiff lapels
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141156
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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141100
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A Nonfiction Behind the Scenes look at how the Arcana Magi Universe came to existence.
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1411103
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When she was nineteen, she began to brew a baby in her belly. She named it, and sang to it, and organized the leftover hand-me-downs that hadn't been worn ragged through by the first seven sets of recipients.
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141120
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...to know something people around you don’t know can put you outside of them. And then you can’t get back in...
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14111311
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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141122
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My friend once told me about this island of trash in the Pacific. He said that if you threw a piece of trash in any body of water it would find its way there somehow.
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141142
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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141098
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... black holes suck in matter and supernovas explode.
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14101813
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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1410199
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the constant inner jabber
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1410157
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These days I wear a flag pin.
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14101210
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Another siege/
with kamikaze fervor.
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141091
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Literary agents, also editors,
But most assuredly not my creditors,
Someday they won’t mean jack to me—
The people who won’t get back to me.
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141054
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Her pudgy face, flour-coated and sugary and so life-nurturing in the past, had a different spark now, a searching look I’d seen as soon as she opened the door.
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1410128
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Warning: reader beware, there's sex in the air.
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141098
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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140972
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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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1409103
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Occasionally I will pick up a quarterly—
As a budding poet, to do what I oughterly,
And peruse the pages for helpful examples
That I can crib or use as samples.
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1409148
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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140976
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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140942
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The way things are looking, we haven't got long on this earth. The whole human race is in trouble. And forget global warming, the ground wars all over, the death of the oceans, Pat Robertson, that shit. Those are annoyances,…
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14091513
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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Independence Day was a Thursday. Frank had been invited to join some Yale Art School classmates in Vermont for a three-day bacchanalia.
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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