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Happy Columbus Day

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Oh to be young and vigorous.

Air

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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.

The Prize

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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?

GONE

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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.

The Office

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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.

True Lu

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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.

Conjugal Love

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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...

Ghosts

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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...

Grief Has No Welcome Garment

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Twice burned, it buries its graves.

Summer Waters

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A lifeboat came by in the night, And I finally saw we were sinking.

3 short poems (2)

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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.

Fair-Weather Best Friends Forever

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“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.

Boys Who Do the Bop (from The New Yorker)

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Enid closes her bedroom door when she changes her clothes but leaves it ajar when she's doing her face; is she hoping some small talk might reach her dainty ears?

The Blue Pear

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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.

An Irrational Poem

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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.

Pitspits

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a perpetrated fraud

The serious writer and her bush

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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.

What Memory Holds

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There's this sepia-toned photograph, which my mother gave me, of my brother and me when we were still both youngsters. In the picture my brother's dressed in a skimpy checked suit whose sleeves were already too short for him — on its way to becoming my

A Safe Distance

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Poems, and Zebras

Arcana Magi Pure Vol.2 - c.1

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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.

Archaeological Treasures Yet to Come

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The museum’s catalog description changed much less than the painting over those years. He wasn’t curator-in-chief of catalog descriptions, however, that task went to a curator arriving by another door.

Gemini

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Not many people like Geminis.

Regarding Viet Nam

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At some point, my lottery number/ was in the mid 300s. I was safe/ for whatever reason. No need/ to burn my draft card.

It Ain't Berklee College Of Music

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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.

Valentine Day

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Valentine Dayso excitingit means he really loves herwhat will he bringshe waitshe comes home with a hang dogexpression on his faceher valentine was leftat the gambling table

Modest Proposal

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It could be fun,/ with the guns, explosives, Molotov/ Cocktails and all,

Waiting

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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.

The Game

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Cammie Richard's house was just like all the others in Wilchester. The exterior was vaguely reminiscent of the Dutch style; gray stone with cross beams of dark wood, with two stories and a bay window. Her yard was fertilizer green, with a giant STRATFORD FOOTBALL…

EMDR

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She called it EMDR, which stands for Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. Basically, it means training a part of your brain to longer associate trauma with a specific side of the brain. This meant that she had to direct all traffic of the repressed memory to a new…

Shredded

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"...you are a freak of nature..."