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Not believing enough in God he was made unfortunate. Neither cursed nor damned; merely little things. Missing rides, running out of toilet paper, showing up late. Until, suspecting someone he had overlooked, he chose a God. The wrong One it transpired. Things…
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The Kid, The Executive, The Doctor, and The Actress.
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168474
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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168442
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It's 6:45 a.m. A gritty, mundane sort of magic pervades the air at "Valentine’s" in the Hamilton Hotel.
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1684116
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I write poems as if language matters.
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168455
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I got an email notification that your relationship status had changed to Single...
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168453
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She came to my house late that last night and shucked off her things and we slow-danced to Cruisin' as beaded rainwater slid off her black hair to the floor. She smiled an almost quizzical smile as she drank me there with her eyes, as if I was some…
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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168453
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“There’s no real freedom in this world. But a car and the open road is close enough for government work.”
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1684117
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I saw it coming from five feet
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“Gorgonzolla!” The remnant croaked, his eyes wild as he thrust an open hand in Jaffron's direction. A burst of energy tilted Jaffron's pod on its axis and sent it hurtling backwards...
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168410
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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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168461
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I was quite alone in this small room with the tarp and the dying fire.
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168456
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IN nature, it's hard to find a straight line. Stand on a beach. Look out to sea. There out far you might think you see a line where the sky comes down to join. Where two fields of blue meet. But where you're not quite sure for the line is a blur there. You…
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168463
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The Assistant is lost again in a grid city. Again she feels disconnected from the world. Where she is the sound has been switched off.
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168442
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Had this been a film, I’d have seen you at once. Extreme close-up: my finger on the green button that opens the door to the park. Long shot: my leaving my bike at the entrance. Slow shot: my walking down the narrow stone path.
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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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When I was young and self-born in religion my aunts, uninterested in being washed in the Blood of Christ, called me Preacher Boy. I didn't pay them any attention. It was fine by me, I said, if they wanted to sit around and paint their toenails . . .
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There are 1.45 million readers
of poetry in the US and
2.9 million poets. The odds
of an audience are bad.
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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A shot in the dark and everything goes black. It's as if the story never happened.
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168352
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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Each step you take on the pitchEach mile driven downEach closed exit of highway Blocked avenues of importanceBoarded up HammeredNailed shutPeople and places and things You can't get to anymoreThe knife and the needle The black and the…
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168398
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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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“The beginning was good. That’s what he likes. The moment when you’re driving in the open air and your hair is flying and your skirt is whipping up around your knees, and he’s smoking, of all things, and happy and looking at you."
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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168310
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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168263
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"Thanks for the wild sex--let me know if you have any problems with the lint trap."
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“They say she lives alone out there.” “What, like out in the woods?” “Not like way back in a cabin or anything, but in a little house out there off the road. I'm not even sure she has a car.” “What, does she…
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