1702 6 1
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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170294
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Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
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170210
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“It is not your shoes the Americans complained about!” Roberto yelled, sitting behind his desk, cigar smoke curling around his purple face. “It is your UNDERWEAR!”
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170254
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facts are facets are / things in the act // the truth speaks softly // as time saying amber / to the enduring sap // words come and go / like leaves like men // we the tree remain ...
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1702149
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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170277
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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17021312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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170211
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170265
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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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1702125
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Beneath their feet bedrock stretched a hundred miles
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170110
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When Mt. St. Helens erupted, I knew that was the end of Bigfoot.
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170100
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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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17011411
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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170187
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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170100
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Caster had always imagined the Consensus as a big room, as big as the world, filled with white space and people with quantum wings, flitting about, creating information. There were tinted bubbles for people to share for privacy, and the lights never went
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1701124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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170141
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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17011614
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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170000
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Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.
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170022
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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170010
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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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170000
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Jaume jumped up from the bar, a wide smile across his face. He hugged his old friend and planted a kiss on his wife's cheeks. He was buzzing from the chance encounter, marveling how life had brought them together after all these years. There had to be a r
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17002310
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If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
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170065
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I reach into my pocket for my keys and discover the cough drops Iput there a week ago have melted. Now my fingers are sticky. And I don’t have my keys.
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170000
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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170020
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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
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170065
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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1700148
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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170077
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They blew in the doorway of the café at the French Hotel like two sparrows chasing each other. Their wings down in the dust, unheeding any danger in their hunger for each other. I knew the man who was about to become her husband, so maybe this was her las
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170077
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He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.
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