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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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143021
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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143011
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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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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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The questions we ask ourselves define who we are as a culture. “What is the meaning of life?” “Is there a God?” “Does anybody really know what time it is?” “Where the hell did I put my car keys?” To see what…
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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One of the poems in my collection, One Day Tells its Tale to Another, published December 16, 2012. Available on Amazon. My first book!
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A little poem about prison
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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We are the images, the tableau vivant, the one-person shows, the scenes from scattered plays. We wait for the Caretaker who prompts us to play and replay one by one on her rounds.
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Soon everyone will know what is coming.You cast a spell of heaviness and I crumple, horizontal. Like Aurora, sleep is my destiny.Tantalus in reverse, my curse from food forever I will flee, while everything changes;discomfort and…
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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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The Devil and the Holy Ghost played Euchre on Friday nights. The Devil drank rock and rye and the Holy Ghost went for Miller Lite. What just irks hell out of me, pardon my French, the Ghost began, is that nobody knows who the fuck I am.
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142922
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What becomes the identity of a woman who has been denied all her rights and thrown into a mental institution?
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142941
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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Lucky for mama, he doesn't like for his women to work.
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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142965
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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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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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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Her head was free from restraint...
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We sat in silence, the entire train, the few other passengers in anxious wait to see if I would change my mind. We all flipped pages, glanced up at each other, looked away when noticed.
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