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The Nature of Things

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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.

Mythologies of Self

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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/ and finger the keyboard

Final Phases of a Secret Love

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I keep my love for you in me, / like the egg of a worm,

Freedom

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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.

A Speck of Light

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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.

Foundations

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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass

Maxims (Part 1) Taken from Twitter - Iain James Robb

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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…

Age is Relativity

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Albert Einstein was probably the genius of our age. Joe Biden is a close second, yet Einstein not only had better hair but a keener knack to think of things that no one else could, or would, or would ever want to, since if they did, their brain would shockingly combust in a…

PARK

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Shadows from a star Never too close Never too far

Not Creative

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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.

The True Price of Bed and a Bath

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So it's me and two other girls...

bathing suit

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The bathing suits are like Christmas dresses.

The Work of Constant Rising

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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.

Confessional

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"On the podium at Pride, he owned that he'd loved taking his children to playgroup as he got to ogle all the breast-feeding mothers. "

gravelortian part 6

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Tears and tears and tears flowed

Flush

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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.

Big Al Dissects Literary Fiction since No One Else in the Bar could pronounce Aristotle

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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.

where horses stood ground

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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .

Starting from Scratch

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Each time his eyes closed, he shook off the sleep, whimpered, and opened them wide again. I’d never watched a baby fall asleep before, but I realized at that time that falling asleep could be a scary thing. The world gets fuzzy and starts slipping awa

Ode To Poetry Slams

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It is a dark and stormy night, naturally We’re trying to get some sleep at a Travelodge in Eureka when I get up at 3 a.m. to write “Hard motel pillow receives snoring from neighboring room” O Thesaurus, we need another word Maybe it sh

An Obituary of Comedy: The Life and Times of Munnu Shahbaz Kalandar Khan

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Sir Reginald Lionel Windsworth described the match in Englishmen's Lahore Gazette as, "A plethora of mistakes and complete absence of human sense."

Three Wives

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The heart attack felt like the time Alison stabbed me with knitting needles. It made me want to see her. She was the fun wife, the first of three. I was morbid and full of regret — my drinking had driven them away, no kids in the wake. I decided to visit all of…

Wandering the Streets of Fitzrovia

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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia because of the ghosts of alcohol already etched inside my veins and the headlong loss of oxygen

more horrid haiku

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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.

Girl With Glasses And Skinny Fingers

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Girl with glasses and skinny fingers playing with wires

The Grinder

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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."

Like Virgos

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-- All the guys who hit on me are Virgos. -- Like Gary? -- Like Gary. -- How could Gary be a Virgo? Look what he did with his hydrangeas.

Blizzard on 105th Street

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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker

The Well

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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning

So Few Dreams

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So few dreams are the doors they seem.