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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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18701514
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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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1869129
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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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186942
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‘Didn't you used to have a daughter?'
The tense and phraseology jarred, but he was inarticulate not ignorant, awkward rather than unaware of how it sounded and she smiled at him.
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186963
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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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186932
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Hair today...gone tomorrow
The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
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186921
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Oh no, here is that Whitman man
I’ve heard he is a bounder.
Don’t look his way or catch his eye-
Just get another round, dear.
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186900
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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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186921
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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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186932
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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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Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks.
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186900
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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186901
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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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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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Things are a little out of hand. Information fills room after room after room. I have no bloody idea where I am. I have your photo, but the navigational coordinates are difficult to interpret. Where the hell are you, anyway? I don't like mazes — too much like…
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186821
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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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186800
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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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186873
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Susie watched the record, her mouth agape just slightly, the spinning vinyl unveiling the powerful sound of a voice she'd wanted to hear her whole life.
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186821
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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186800
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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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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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18681211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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186821
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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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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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1868135
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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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18681513
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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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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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