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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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Susan was twenty-four when it happened again, but she had neither the patience nor the attachment to see it through.
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When we were on the road coming back out to California, along the Lewis and Clark trail somewhere near Cardwell, Montana, I remember thinking life was like leaping through flames while reading poetry and drinking rotgut red wine. This was what life was, a
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Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks.
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos
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Next to you, the mother tightens her grip on her stroller. The young teenager tears her gaze from her mobile phone for an instant.
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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I wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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Within a day, she had a scummy apartment which belonged to the government. It had cockroaches, which she was not used to. They churned her stomach, repulsive little things. Not even creatures. Two brains, she'd read: one in the head, one in the ass.
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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Mounds of earth and grassless ground
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I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
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The air has its dark confessional, and I have mine. Hot is called raw by some, hate mixed with malice for others. I am only separated by this dark window of time from you, but you never feared the lovely or the lonely.
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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I can confirm nothing/
but impressions of the world//
that appear beyond my/
body’s reach.
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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