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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.
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you might as well be blind
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if it were a child/ it would be in first grade this year
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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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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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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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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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I have a tablet called, The Shit List...
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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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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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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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“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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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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How does a mixed couple come together in the Troubles?
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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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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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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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She wakes up with rosemary.
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A tough enough signal to read under the best of meteoric circumstances, this is one maybe I'll keep on thinking about. I might be able to make something everlasting out of this crazy price for love after all. I no longer…
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I keep my love for you in me, /
like the egg of a worm,
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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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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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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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Harold Smithe awoke that Tuesday morning precisely at 6 am. He did this every day for as long as he could remember. Even on the weekends when his schedule varied. Well, varied slightly. He lay in bed trying to wake up and mulled over the things he needed to accomplish for…
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