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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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180666
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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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180600
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"Did I have a choice? Could I just open my eyes, did I have to ‘see’ as he was telling me now I could? I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose? This was all a dream, too much driving to get here, too much reunion, too much food, too much beer. Or
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18061715
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With such a world/
one must invent a heaven
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180620
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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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180652
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I considered explaining that the universe is still evolving and changing, but the look on her face said GENESIS ONE.
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180697
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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180601
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I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…
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18061514
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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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180653
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The thing was, though, she couldn’t shake the image of that dead dog she had found inside the black trash bag she thought could be first base, right before the twins said, Screw the game, let’s swing.
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1806106
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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180600
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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180522
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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180586
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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180555
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How would you like to leave the land of your ancestors, the place of your birth, the home of your identity?
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18051716
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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180500
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And Mickey said to the reporter, "I wrote a play for Richard. It is the wild play I performed with Richard. I think he will like this shit."
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180500
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The latest teen abuse of an ordinary household item? Late-night “lint roller” parties at which boys and girls engage in heavy “feel-up” sessions that can lead to unwanted pregnancies, white slavery and in extreme cases, marriage.
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180594
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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180521
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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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180531
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Hipster-neutral dressed simulacra-person offers a glance and a wave, sudden as a ping-pong serve, designed to crowd your space and "pal" you but I dodge it — I'm practiced at this.
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18051513
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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18051310
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I bought some charlatan art / and hung it on the wall
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180462
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180482
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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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180412
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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180454
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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180488
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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1804147
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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180487
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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