1619 6 4
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She'd still rest her fingers on your back, and her smile still lit the lantern of your soul.
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161931
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He sees how he could release the duck, imagines it winging low over the water to where the others have made it safely.
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1619115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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161900
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I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…
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16191310
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Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
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161900
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Deyrolle, established by the granddaughter of Jean–Babtiste Deyrolle, to house his scientific debris became a Paris fixture. A museum masquerading as a store and when casually mentioned in HG or when it was discovered that David Sedaris was an aficionado
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16191410
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The smart drivers know the signs/
and the back street ways around the wreck.
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161941
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The months leading up to that night were unbearable. It was as if a debt loomed over us begging to be paid. We both knew I would find you dangling at the end of a rope, it was only a matter of when.
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161975
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Perhaps you have heard the rumors of big money in poetry
Maybe that’s why everybody is writing it these days
Even Emily Dickinson must have heard these rumors
Myself, I suspected as much 50 years ago
And started early to accumulate my hoard of poe
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161921
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She rolls up at school with the word MAYHEM marker-penned across her stomach, wrote so big the first and last letters graze each inner thigh bone. She says it's in honour of some rock star I never knew.
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161950
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Not like a Palestinian mother clinging to her baby shot through the belly or the baby clinging to the last moments of life in the arms of his father who, when the life departed, held him up over his head
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16191211
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I'm in Joel's front yard when I dodge the third call from my divorce lawyer. I'm here for Joel; I can't seem to show up anywhere unless it's for someone else. We watch his son, Andy, push his bike up the hill. This is the…
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161811
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I was enchanted with the suppleness and intensity of her movement and slowly edged to hide myself askew from the jam as not to disturb her.
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161855
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F.B.I. then or: "I said later 'for a boob job' and imagined her, a public lawyer, wandering Arizona on foot unable to hide a Playboy-Mansion style rack."
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161823
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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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161810
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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161820
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No matter how you do it, forgetting something doesn’t mean as much once you’ve forgotten.
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1618139
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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161844
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When I got that brain tumor I hallucinated this crazy doctor. Dr. Doug. He came into my…
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16181313
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Of course then I did it all over again. Got married, that is. Fortunately, this one worked out.
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161863
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I love going fast. The last bank I robbed didn't know what hit them.
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161885
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When the medicine started to interrupt her sleep, she made elaborate breakfasts – sweet potato pancakes, crepes with homemade cream cheese filling, omelets with spinach and brie, hand-rolled croissants stuffed with bittersweet chocolate. It was in those e
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16182112
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It chases other newborns down and eats them.
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161800
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In the grip of a bad dream, she bolted awake, thinking she had heard the nightsounds of a tomcat crawling around her property.
It was some dreaded hour before dawn; she had no idea when. Her small, frail body was stiff, her breasts swollen and sore to
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1618109
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Cinema Verite’ is the best book of poems I have encountered since Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life
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1617157
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In one of the cartoons I watched as a child, Popeye the Sailor gives Olive Oyl a bouquet of flowers. She is thrilled, he walks on air, thinking they will marry. His one-eyed heroism is soon challenged by Bluto however, who pours cement into Popeye's bath. It goes…
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161763
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i thirst always
for that poetic mouthful
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16171614
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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16171611
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What a beautiful Thing / Urine is
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161756
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Just like D-Ray White’s tapping still bounces off the mountains if the right person is listening, Hasil’s hoots and howls are trapped in record wax like a blood-drunk mosquito in amber.
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