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I visited the grave of Rimbaud. / It was pale blue
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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Scavenge at that address only if you feel possessed of great courage, a profound faith in resurrection or reincarnation, or an impatient desire for a premature date with certain death.
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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159387
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But what if it grew into a nasty tea party-ish bimbo right winger -- a little Michelle Bachmann nubbin?
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15932311
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The missions never change:/
To plant a bed of fast-blooming/
Flowers of annihilation/
Across an unspecific plain.
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By: Roz Warren (and Janet Golden)I'm a humor writer. My work appears in publications from The Funny Times to The New York Times. Janet is a history professor whose writing was confined to academic journals and the occasional op-ed. Driving back from the Jersey shore one…
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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159353
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They try to incorporate a little of Ravel around their edges, the ones where their molecules bump off into other parallel realities, into other non-localities, into other potentials. She isn't buying it. She's tuned in. And she can tell.
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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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1592168
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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159221
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Librarians love me,
you want to know why?
I don’t dog-ear pages,
I don’t even try.
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Yesterday morning I sank to the depths of hell and barely crawled out in time. There is no answer except possibly death that will find me relief from his distant presence. I am free but yet I am not and I slowly sink into a hollow world where nothing hurt
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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Not long ago, Owen the Second showed her a skull. He kept it in a brown cardboard box in the top of the closet. "My first wife," he said, and sneered, his lip bunching up around a scar just under his nose.
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He looks at me again, this time glancing down at my skinny jeans, “And... are you a single mom?” he seems to think he has it right, taking a last look at my aquamarine colored pants and the tapered area around my calves.
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He is sitting in his bedroom trying to decide what to wear. He has an appointment at five. If he wants to make it he has to either catch the bus, which comes in about fifteen minutes, or drive in. If he wants to drive in he needs to put petrol in his car,
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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Truman sits in his car on an early Tuesday morning. He rolls down both front windows down, but despite the infusion of fresh air, the car still smells of stale meat and sickness.
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[SOME PEOPLE ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS.]
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The world—the natural world—was terrible and beautiful in wartime. The leaves shuddered off trees. The pockmarked fields. The fallen brick chimneys. The way the birds heaved together in enormous flocks like rescue missions and then just as…
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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Your faded presence in sepia dream returns, firelight whispers and vanilla scented ash. We were a beautiful knot: sinew and hemp, burlap and magnolia petal, concrete and vapor. Gray kisses hovered overhead, misty…
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The dog was there before Vera was there, so she supposed she couldn't hate it too much. It wasn't like she had to live with the thing, either, though she might as well have hosted it in her ear for the eight months it took that particular batch of neighbo
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Hers or mine?
You figure it out, jackass.
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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