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the space between two antelopes
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A Praying Mantis
clover to bright emerald green
landed on my sleeve
and lingered as I worked
in my hay field.
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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Wherever she looks, Janey sees cats; staring in at her through the kitchen window, peering out from beneath cars, and eyeing her through hedges. With their sinuous bodies and merciless stares, they remind her of her sister. "Plain Jane and Scary Mary", the dog and…
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Can you remember how we could each disappear completely. . . .
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Here were men trying their best to kill other men....
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The man with the truncheon emerged at the monorail car's forward connecting doorway. One moment the space was vacant, a faux metal canvas for the dazzling sunlight streaming through a grime-encrusted window. When next Theseus Harrow looked up from his seat the dark-suited…
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Let it rage.
I shall not suppress you.
Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides,
until your sadness swallows you whole.
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I killed it.
Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do.
This is being human.
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I was sitting on the steps in the entryway to our apartment building taking off my running shoes when I spotted a paperclip on the floor. I assumed it had fallen from the mail that my wife had just taken from our mailbox. Once my shoes were removed, I went down to pick…
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Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon
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The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…
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Our earth is just trying to liveanother day. We are the earthmenand earth women and earth childrenno matter what else we believe happens after we die. I'mthe king of broken dreams. I didn't ask for the job. It just cameto me. I lived and learned nothing.But I…
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“Silent Valley: The quietest place in the Western hemisphere.” Jerry pulls back the throttle and squints so the wrinkles deepen around his eyes and creep out past the frame of his sunglasses. Even through my headphones and the thwok of the helicopter blades I…
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And aren't we are so then so rarely The hero in another's story When we want to be. And why are we so always Rounding stories on the heroes Who don't want to be? And aren't we are so then are so rarely Heroes in each others' …
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