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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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150541
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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150565
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I got on the Greyhound Bus at 11 a.m. and sat by myself staring out the window. I could see the reflection of my own dark beard in the window, a 27 year-old man with a huge poem bursting my heart, gasping to get out into the bright lit-up world out there,
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150560
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We may not be capable of even trying to appreciate the fact of mortality until we are somewhat older—let's say 18 years old. But, from the age of 18 until we die—and die we will; we know that—we have the opportunity to spend some time thinking abou
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150400
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The church pews were straining at the crowds who had come to see David get saved. There was no salvation in the water really, but the Baptists preached the gospel of immersion. There was a certain Baptist church in Kentucky that pressured a man who'd been sprinkled to get…
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150400
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You and I will never meet. You will never even know I existed. Even in dreams you will never imagine me. Someone told me once that your sleeping mind cannot conjure up new faces. It just spits out all the ones you’ve ever seen and that’s it. That’s it.
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150474
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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1504147
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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150496
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People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
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150455
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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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150463
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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150410
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This must never get out in the press, for it would cause widespread panic. The priests would surround my house, not to mention the police and possibly the army. Castor Desayuno has come back from the dead!
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1504217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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150411
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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150300
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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150331
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He sees how he could release the duck, imagines it winging low over the water to where the others have made it safely.
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150353
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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A little poem about prison
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150352
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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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150300
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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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150332
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Her head was free from restraint...
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150385
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“Hey, Buddy,” he says finally, “you were supposed to make a right back there”, and I can see his eyes flash as he reads my ID card on the dash...
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150344
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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150321
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Back in the sixties, I chanced upon a list of books. That’s right. Sifting a black garbage bin, I found the long lost canon. Seizing the moment, I snatched the list, and cradled it in my palms. I felt proud and patriotic for saving such a noble list f
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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150241
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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150210
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At last one of the men on the line bowed his head in a silent prayer for deliverance from what was about to come, then lifted his head and shouted loudly for his fellows to charge.
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1502115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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