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Literary agents, also editors,
But most assuredly not my creditors,
Someday they won’t mean jack to me—
The people who won’t get back to me.
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…
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I have a tablet called, The Shit List...
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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.
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The unpublished writer remembered the carnage that surrounded his Foxhole in France and decided he was done praying. All around lay the evidence that no one was listening. The drunken pastor stumbled away.
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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How does a mixed couple come together in the Troubles?
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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We begged him to sell us some shade. Just enough for half an hour, until our bus would pick us up and drive us to our next destination, continuing what was turning out to be a purgatory tour of forgotten Mediterranean towns.
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He gave her cancer. He gave her cancer.
Not what she said. She said her relationship gave her cancer. Her relationship with him. Gave her cancer.
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I keep my love for you in me, /
like the egg of a worm,
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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you might as well be blind
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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“I want you to know that you are being watched,” Ernie said. “I have trained a camera on your work station.”
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Some things are meant to be repeated
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright!
the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.
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I was sleeping the night of a hurricane party. I awoke to lightning flashes. They lit the undersides of descending clouds, and lit the shadows of scattering dancers. The hurricane must have turned inland.
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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My wife storms into the kitchen with a pink mako shark slung over her shoulder, barking "Dinner!" towards me as I sit on the counter swishing my middle finger through a bowl of sand.
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