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"There are many dark places;but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."--J.R.R. Tolkien If the love never came you must have been Dragging your feet. If the hatred carved your…
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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You were sitting on dark leather meringue, wearing slit ivy, epilated thighs sliding through, roots showing beneath your anaemic skin, fighting with the pale bluegreen of your veins. Quills extended from your left hand, bent about 10.2 degrees or so.
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When the cab dropped Frank at his address at seven that evening, he noticed the lights were on in Michiko’s apartment.
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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Identification both ways was BooBoo, case sensitive.
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171944
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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171911
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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Miriam forced herself to focus on the kitchen door and on putting one foot in front of the other.
“Is everything alright?” she heard Ada ask the family.
“Of course, everything is fine,” the woman said. “What could be wrong other than the impossible serv
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And out on that lake that day you yelled “desperation please!”
And I heard “desperate pleas?”
I wondered about first impressions.
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I know this: the sky is vast here//
and the sun unforgiving/
to any architecture not the best
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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Back in the sixties, I chanced upon a list of books. That’s right. Sifting a black garbage bin, I found the long lost canon. Seizing the moment, I snatched the list, and cradled it in my palms. I felt proud and patriotic for saving such a noble list f
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I'm not sure if this is breaking the rules of Fictionaut, but here's a trailer of a poetry tour of Europe I did earlier this year. We hope to break it down into webisodes soon enough to highlight the brilliant readings, brilliant local poets and such that you can find not…
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If he had not just decapitated a chicken, he was a man I could have loved.
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The trash is full. Again. I open the bathroom trash—because the diaper genie is stuffed—but there’s no room. I try the kitchen next. The lid swings open, catapulting carrot shavings onto the floor. I lay the diaper on the counter for later.
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It was always your body that told so much --
lips working some secret out
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“I feel like my bones are melting.” Her arms are wrapped around her body tightly, like she’s trying to hold herself together. She’s shaking; I can hear it with every breath she takes.
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and the moon shines on like a silver dollar
and coyotes in the desert scream and holler
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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available/a-Babel towers of post &toastmodern doom/daze
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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"My Chi felt stimulated."
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
Baby, keep your pretty lips
Far away from me
I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
You’re really very pretty
Come kiss me and we’ll see
We don’t live in a barnyard
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