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Un consejo esconde un futuro desastre. Es como si Mar le dijese a Desierto "amigo...impresionante. Dejate elevar por la atracción de Luna y verás". Y Desierto le replicase "está bien, y tú Mar, deja que Viento lleve tus olas hasta el nacimiento de los ríos, es brutal". …
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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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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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"Nice one, sir," the toilet 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 drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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I am reintroducing myself.
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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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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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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The jewels were dragonflies, buzzing lazily, Beelzebub’s hair a golden meadow.
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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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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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It's just another night in the old city, perched in the skeletal radio tower with my collection of telescopes
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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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But I had learned from ingesting Roberto’s glitter-eyed fear, it could make you never close enough, and then, never far enough away. And both at the same time.
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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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"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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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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But that night we were happy, looking all around at the bright lights of the several cities that we could see.
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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