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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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16791914
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We all//
fall short and fail.
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167977
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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167982
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It was so hot we walked out on our husbands. There were reasons, we supposed. They left the refrigerator doors open all day, grabbing beers when they passed by, tossing the sticky caps upon counters. They drove their Metropolitans to buy food, leaving th
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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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1679159
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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167985
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For you I bring the circus, I reinvent
the shine
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167973
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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167955
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Alessandro was no ordinary demon (what demon is?), insofar as he had Constable Pulce's number. In demonly fashion he had Pulce's number in a way Pulce himself did not.
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167855
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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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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A spark is a gouged word: stewed to annihilate, scrambled, botched in a pot to dry. Lead us to the quiver, let us tremble. Noon, we paw nails under rugs, run fingertips over books, rip cupboards from hinges and spiral open the machine, for the creature is near the roof or…
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167877
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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my God, I have no time, no time
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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167863
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You took up residence on the dark side of things, a bolthole in a wind-flayed right angle of a tower block where pigeons and suicides tumbled blackly on the air currents. You set about drifting off from who you were on a tide of cheap whisky and bad poetry, graduating…
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16781512
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You should have
marked that territory like a conquistador,
mounted him like an equestrian, left no
what-ifs in your wake.
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16782816
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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167801
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It was with the departure of their last child that the Beazleys became grotesquely petty with each other.
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He hasn't had a wedding ring in years. When George's knuckles began to swell — a little arthritis — his ring dug into his finger so bad his wife Loren took him to the ER and had it cut off. The ring, not the finger. He never knew there was a tool to cut rings,…
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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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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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167721
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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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167762
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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167753
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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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167762
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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167753
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Commencons (let us begin) our deconstruction of la bouteille typique de shampooing (the typical shampoo bottle).
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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