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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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185611
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He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
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185643
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Tony sat down in the hotel room with his back against the wall. He had a handsome face, with three-day stubble growing from it, his pupils very large as if frightened by something, or from deep thought. In his hand, was the winning lottery, Periodically he would get up…
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1856148
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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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185621
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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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1856136
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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185643
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When she told me to write itI did; I scratched out what I wanted to sayin quick print letters. Not all of it.I could never get it all out in an hour but thegeneral idea was definitely there. We had to finish it in the rain becausewe couldn't light the…
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18561514
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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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185622
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185586
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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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185512
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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18552214
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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185532
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Hair today...gone tomorrow
The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
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185521
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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185500
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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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185574
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My boyfriend unequivocally believed in the existence of aliens. He was the Mulder to my Scully, though when I said so, he had no idea what I was talking about. I never understood how someone so E.T. obsessed could have missed 'The X-Files'.He would look skyward, eyes…
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185521
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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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18551211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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1855167
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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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185585
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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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185532
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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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the birth of a long, dark age//
where the wealthy will be eaten by the poor/
and the poor will be eaten by disease
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185551
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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185422
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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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185432
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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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185431
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Everything is painted black that isn’t glass, velvet, neon, or chrome. The club is cold, and the DJ who broke-up with me while I forgot I was stoned is spinning his favorites to an empty floor. Endings have a rhythm. I heard this one coming. I can hear it
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I grew up in Detroit, and even though I haven't lived there since I was 18, I'm still a Michigander at heart. I'm also a (retired) bankruptcy attorney.You can probably tell where this is going. I own a Detroit municipal bond. It's a sewer bond, which means…
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185464
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The bird studies me, we lock stares, with no care for who blinks first, birds don’t do macho stand-off.
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1854105
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'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
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185400
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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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