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Decades

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Every ten days, the Decadent Sisters assembled for dinner. Although raised together, they were each very different...

The Poet Faces a Government Shutdown

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R just sent me a funny text: Nice nice shit rainbows

Letter to a Lost Friend

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I keep attempting to start a correspondence with people / but they end up not being interested in me, / either that or I scare them away / because I usually begin with: / “Well, my favorite philosopher is Hegel..."

The Way Home

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Her back turned, she wanders off searching for the way home wringing her hands, trying to think, but thoughts evade her.

Waitress Hopping

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Or, today, when early summer sweated the long pants off every woman under the age of thirty. Did I notice the way you looked at them for one, two, three seconds; then didn't, partial to short-shorts. It was sly how you kept them in your line of sight, alm

Jouissance

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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here

New World

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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.

Your Last Rooster

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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.

End of the World

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The world doesn'tend just becauseyou want it to.Bonus poems:The Poet(Series 1)by Darryl PricePoet in a TreeYeah, well, it's not up here either. Although the everything and nothing view is nice. Only because it doesn't have any abandoned cars in it. I'm…

Redbeard the Communist Pirate

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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.

Arcana Magi Zero + Pure - c.5

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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte

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A woman is fishing in the Seine at the far left of the painting, while time is suspended and light remains. One man plays a trumpet. A half dozen people sit or walk under parasols. Couples stroll and children run or sit or stand beside their p

House

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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t

Center of the Universe

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Profiling Robert Allen Zimmerman

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Since when has it become a crime to walk about a neighbourhood? No one will ever convince me that it 's okay to follow, harass, or approach any unarmed person with a gun and shoot them.

It Isn’t Personal. It’s Business

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because you pay/ for it to matter to me.

The Game

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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."

Honoring Heritage

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salmon sits gentler on my palate

Corkscrewing, Pt. II.

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Well, just put your hand on my knee, alone in my room, perv, unasked-and-unflirted for, go get a date, you coward, you limp-dicked male bitch . . .

check-out at the super saver center

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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.

Honeymoon Bike Ride

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On my honeymoon, we went upstate to the Catskill Mountains.

even dead body

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I'm a jogger of these parts, but I've yet to discover a dead body, or even dead body parts, or worse yet, discover that my parts will be discovered by some unfortunate jogger.

Five Breaths Or Less

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She flew through the air, linen skirt billowing around her. Below, her buckled bicycle was taking a different route. Less aerodynamic than she, its trajectory was brief, crashing into the ditch. Elspeth kept on flying. Time slowed, and expanded

Deal Me Out

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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.

Zorro

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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.

Oh, Baby!

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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.

news through a window

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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/ wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .

Roy and Ray

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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.

The Train

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"You'll be alright! Just pinch your nose!"

The Ghosts of History

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In this lab, where I work 40 hours a week, live the ghosts of questions asked.