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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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There is nothing like your first time, and by that I am referring of course to the first time you purchased a 45.Going to a record store and buying a 45 is a uniquely Boomer experience. Because, alas, there are no more 45s. Or, for that matter, record stores. The…
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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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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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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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You've been given some really cruel thoughts that are not your own.You've been given some really stupid sets of rules which are impossibleto follow. You can learn to manage for yourself. Remember who youwere before they told you who you were. You've been trainedsince birth…
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Beneath an opal moon, the open field and wilderness across it look immersed in varying shades of blue. A strong night howler blows across a little girl's face as she walks the field as if in a trance; her whole visage framed against the backdrop of this very act …
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Hope was beauty before I even knew what beauty was with her golden pigtails, brilliant blue eyes and an infectious smile — even after Jamie Delano flung his Frisbee, knocking out Hope’s two front teeth.
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Bill decided he hated his neighbors on a Sunday morning in June.
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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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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A figure left the building.
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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some days are
minotaur shit on your tongue/
smokestacks dumping acid rain on your already thinning hair
your eyelashes pinned in upside down, backward/you give wrong shaving directions to the mirror
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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I feel about the universe/
as Abrahamics are supposed/
to feel about their Yahweh, /their God,
and their Allah:/ I am in fear,
I am in awe, /I am in love.
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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not every punishment proceeds / without a hitch
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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My mother was Irish as Paddy's pig. So all her family. Lovely people they were. Also, seldom seen among the Folk; stone cold sober. My father's family; Bavarian German. Bavaria's the wrong side of the German tracks. Frankfort people laugh at Bavarians as people in…
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“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
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