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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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Lothario Jones rounded the corner and skidded to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He was in a tight spot. The Journeymen were still hot on his trail. His Danger Pistol was out of radium pellets, and his once-full Bag of Tricks was now empty ...
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He died a printer finding late/
after so much selling himself selling/
a craft that pleased and paid enough
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He lost his patience and began ranting and raving, angry that he had to come home every night and feel like he was being smothered by a pillow. “I can’t make it stop,” she said. “I can’t make myself stop feeling this way.”
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[SOME PEOPLE ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS.]
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In the cicada's cry No sign can foretell How soon it must dieBasho "Hear the locusts?" The woman lifts the child's head. "Hear em, baby?" The child looks blankly in the…
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my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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On the television, a round woman sits amongst the mannequins. She wears a headband. She describes some awesome jewelry.
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What purpose other than misery/
can cancer serve? And Parkinson's,/
AIDS, and STDs?
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You lose her. In the vortex of guttered water, her tangled hair entwines. Tornado-like. Her body spinning boisterously at its core. Her name: Izra—the wooden doll with black pebbled eyes. …
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You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.
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Every day is exactly the same.
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He awoke with a start. This was not the first time he did so. He couldn't afford these occasional bouts of sleep. And certainly not in the land of the Tsantsa hunters.
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Before the saw came my fist through the wall. Now I kneel on the crumbled drywall in my son's closet holding a flashlight, peering into the hole at the plumbing parts I'm supposed to replace. On the other side of the wall the bathtub faucet drips. It is my second…
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That black hole isn't really a hole.
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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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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”My goodness how that child nurses hope,” Edward’s Grandad would often say, “were it not for her where indeed would this family be?”
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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Phil doesn’t know anything. He thinks his truck is possessed by his dead mother.
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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“What was that about?” Keiko asked as she gingerly separated the lily from the wrapping and the baby's breath and examined the flower. Keiko unbound the lily and noticed that the stem seemed strong. The flower no longer needed the support of the wire, and
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the world slips under the waves
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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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I keep encouraging him to write stories not poems, but I think he enjoys writing things that don’t fit together. Things that stumble.
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