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Chills begin on my hand where his cool lips meet my skin and ripple through me. I try to focus on the road and cock my eyebrow. “Not bad for a 15-year-old.”
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*A"Cento" which is a "patchwork poem" using the words of other writers. for V.W. …
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The way things are looking, we haven't got long on this earth. The whole human race is in trouble. And forget global warming, the ground wars all over, the death of the oceans, Pat Robertson, that shit. Those are annoyances,…
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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She thought of an animal checking a scent before mating, and imagined that he said to himself, “All I need is for this woman to be hitting on me.”
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A powerful song is often a result of imaginative storytelling through a unique “voice” and pitch-perfect musicality.
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‘They will follow, but we have to go now’
‘Wait , I can see something familiar...’
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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
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“Are you my neighbor in 3D?” Was she?
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During the day we search for truffles. I have a pig named Henry. He is a big help. He wanders the forest sniffing for truffles like a parable of porcine inquisitiveness. He knows what he is doing. He is not just a pig. Nor ordinary pig. He is a French pig
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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[CAUTION: "DISINTEGRATION OF THE FUNCTIONING PSYCHE," IS, APPARENTLY, A "DEEPLY PERSONAL" EXPERIENCE!"]
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She could see very clearly in her mind many size five girls with radically short hair and Cowdyke outfits from places like L. L. Bean.
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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Frowning, loosening a purple tie, Tony pushed through the golden revolving doors of a skyscraper. He drifted into the crowded midtown street as if in a daze. He was roused to his senses as his cell phone sent out the melody of his wedding song.
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A woman walked in from the kitchen. She sat next to him as he poured what was left in the whiskey bottle into each glass. “They could’ve given us more time to make a payment,” he said.
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screw everything, youth is plinko
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But Von Rotten was up in Penny’s room right this minute, either banging her or haranguing her, or worse, both. I envisioned him with her, and my guts began twisting and turning, and my insides fell into my shoes. What had I done? She was being held capt
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In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes
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I think of our first morning in front of the mirror and the hairbrush that we shared—the hairs in it brown from you, blonde from me. I miss this day and when I cannot sleep, I watch your window from my room until your light goes out. Sometimes, I can se
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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Another siege/
with kamikaze fervor.
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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Somewhere in her the name triggers/
a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong
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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
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Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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