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Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem
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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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I walked into a novel and sat down on a rock. The language was distressed and full of cyclones and swells. I could smell embalming fluid and folklore. Everywhere I went there were doorknobs, escalators, and clocks. Objects of all genre overflowing with prose. I stood at …
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It's house has seen every day and every night
From its windows stars are born and die
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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Now her right breast was annoying her.
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Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible?
Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!
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There's a nice line in M. Tafuri's essay “Architecture and Cities in the United States 1870-1910” concerning the relationship between land values and building costs:“… whereas the simple parceling-up of surface lots is the product of an elementary…
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Does it ever happen to you to wish to talk to somebody? Just somebody. Anyone. A stranger you might meet. Just to talk. About anything, even of the rain. Of the sore you have on your foot, of the daffodil in bloom, of everything and nothing. This lady sat at my…
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Blank space / governs the minds of small children
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Erma's last task, as it happened...
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Chris and I have an understanding. We've been playing cops and robbers all morning, running around and stirring up shit.
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Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
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maybe it’s a good thing your muse has taken temporary leave
because at least she’s not pecking away at you
like an itch you can’t scratch
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"Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart."--Robert Frostfor Danielle LynnWe learn to navigate or we stumble around until some ordinary light hits us. Memory is a light. Music is a light. Breath is a constant light. Wings don't have to…
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