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Her preferred post-coital activity is to pant, to suck in air with urgent greed.
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I opened my switchblade mouth and sliced
through the scab of silence.
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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a Ferris wheel gently rocks
its last riders
then dumps them to the ground.
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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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Being awake for the sunrise, that is the good planfor writing poemsand listening to enginesbirdsand bus stop silence.Now, I'm going to smokeout back on my roof porchfrom this atticapartmentin this desert land of big-titted blondesand listen to stadium fansrage…
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His knife enters the Maui onion. He minces garlic and applies heat to pan and melts sweet cream butter and browns the garlic first and then he adds the onion and more heat, but it's time that will surely caramelize them. Salt and pepper and splashes of wine for the pan and…
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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Clare sits bolt upright in the hard plastic chair, warily tracking every passer-by. In her lap, Kim’s hair is damp with sweat, dark blonde curls melting against her flushed cheeks. Clare absently strokes the length, soothing both of them.
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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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"So" he started, which troubled me enough to turn back around and make such focused eye contact that I did not even notice his glass was again full, "you wanted to talk?"
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A woman walked in from the kitchen. She sat next to him as he poured what was left in the whiskey bottle into each glass. “They could’ve given us more time to make a payment,” he said.
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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The calls come in a few times a week. When the unknown someone calls Safety Now, Radon Testing and Elimination Headquarters, Mrs. R. wonders who it is that just sits silently on the other end of the line. She wants to say, "Look, if you're a bill colle
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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I remember being sent a picture once from one of my old roommates, Louise, back in Chicago where I came from. The photo was taken when she’d come out for a visit to California. In the picture I am sitting on the front stairs of my house in the Rockridge
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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He arrives at the appointed hour, driving up the dusty road in his '68 Ford truck. On the side is stenciled “Sampson's Farrier Service.” He parks in front of the barn. Patience watches from the front porch, where she has just set down a…
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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I know I’m slipping
into my mother’s skin. I answer the phone
with her voice; her hands grind the coffee beans.
And who is this listening to NPR in the morning
while the fresh-faced girls in the neighborhood trudge toward school,,
peonies han
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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We invent our beauties//
as we find them and engineer/
our horrors
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