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Freshly fucked,
Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.
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186700
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Beautiful,
a country left abandoned by the parade path.
The soldiers that typically occupy this place,
temporarily removed to neighboring lands;
congregating together,
backs to the native.
I benefit from the accidental diversion.
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186795
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A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
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186721
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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186700
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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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18671612
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It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
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186721
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"Look, Ted, I'm on a timer. It's really hell here, you can't imagine. And I have a chance to get paroled early, if you do me a solid."
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186700
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There was a whole group of us Young Turk poets who hung out at the Savoy Tivoli in North Beach. Most of them drove cabs, (whereas I was now working in a damned gas station for Angel, my publisher’s man, who got me a job there.) They would double-park thei
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186721
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Naomi saw an ad in one of those slick circulars that came in the mail. ' Wigs by Paula."
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186785
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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1867136
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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186797
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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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18671514
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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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186701
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“Don’t you wish it always ended that way? The right people fall in love? Romance leads to marriage? God, that was a great movie.”
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186610
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On the day they were born, the old mother eagle named her chicks Faith, Hope, and Charity.
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1866129
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If you find the place they forgot to bomb send me a hot pink postcard. The planet is only so big. We're already dipping our heels into the waters without wanting to become true believers, miserable followers. The bedtime stories will have to…
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1866176
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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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186632
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I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…
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186663
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In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
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186621
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I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
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186600
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It seemed like only yesterday that she was making sure to remember bottles for Hunter and now he was eating regular adult food, and they were looking into tutors for next year, and Hunter was nearly four. Her runty Hunty umpkins was going to be four.
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18661211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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1866148
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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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1866167
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Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
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1866135
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That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
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186684
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He had become an accessory to a murder.
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186632
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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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186522
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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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Residual flashbacks; just tiny bright lightning bolts that flash in front of my eyes, just like standing watching a soaring bonfire on a cold and frosty November night, pinprick sparks flying up into the endless darkness of the night.
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