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It's that day in July when you feel really bummed because you can't find your favorite white sleeveless shirt that you wear on the hottest days of the yea
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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Once upon a time in the days of old
There lived a poor tailor who- I am told-
Did brag that his daughter
Spun straw into gold!
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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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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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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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"I have a prehensile tongue," he said matter-of-factly. "I know how to make you feel good." Such confidence, I say. Prove it.We're sitting on the couch, watching a movie, but not paying attention to it. We sit side-by-side, my leaning into him, and his arm is around me,…
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Regime is elected officials ignoring constituents, ignoring protestors, ignoring history
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He'd hung above her head for months.
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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She Waited for the other Shoe to Drop
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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—It’s difficult to say, he said. I have mood swings. Women don’t like that. They become upset.
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He came running out of his narrow little shop, Berthillon
and chased me down the Ilse St. Louis street, saying,
“Monsieur, Monsieur, nous avon pamplemousse!
It’s ici, Monsieur. Your pamplemousse.
They just come in this matin, morning
and I’
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If the Titanic rises from the bottom of the sea,
I will meet you on deck, in a deck chair.
Fully dressed for a change.
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My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
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Tadd Dameron once described himself as “the most misplaced musician in the business,” and one needn’t call the missing persons bureau to determine that he may have been right.
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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He had a handsome dial tone, we called him every name but his.
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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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Sometimes one person's shelter is another person's storm.
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1. Poor grammar does not sleep. 2. We'll never finish every idea we have. 3. No matter how hard you try, you still might make it into my book
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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