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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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Let us be stranded in the Andes and have to eat human flesh or at least toothpaste to survive! Let there be an earthquake! Let there be a flood! Let there be a tornado, a new ice age, an invasion from Mars. Only: let me survive.
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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And suddenly, I have this crazy impulse, so crazy and so puzzling I do not possess enough vocabulary and grammar skills to describe what is invisible and what is visible about it. The reader must excuse me and be attentive.
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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“You have no idea what your lives will be like if you can get out of the ‘hood. You could be driving Volvos, eating Tuscan cuisine, getting MacArthur ‘genius’ grants!”
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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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For instance, my sister's husband. If I say brown socks, yellow boxer shorts, fishnet undershirt. If I say plastic bag and two tepid beers. And a voice that glides to falsetto when he: you're a tad too obscene for my taste, Julia, while he tries to light the filter end of…
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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A little poem about prison
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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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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I’m secretly hoping for a huge bouquet, a fruit basket, a pickle jar of urine in a lunch bag on my doorstep, even.
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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An yet we are all inmates...
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