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On that balcony, on every other day, she practised her other, more worldly religion - gardening, specifically sunflowers.
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He began life as we all do, an almost indeterminate blob. Ultrasound sonar plotting his outline on screen. The echo chambers of his beating heart dispelling the ectoplasmic impression of mere ghostly existence. His rudimentary …
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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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Of all the authors in the library, it was a wife from Maryland who called out from her marriage dormer I was not to read her.
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Running into the fire, the smoke and the chaos;
selfless first responders, innocent bystanders,
and dedicated runners
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Listen to him barking in the night. Fear shifts on the bed next to you, hogging the covers. Stare at the ceiling and wonder what to do. Forget his birthday. Forget he is forty-two. Forget the phone call from Berkeley twenty-one years…
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He was choking on the fumes.
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I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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Out in the world again, pretending to belong.
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
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Facebook just hit me with an ad for coping with memory loss, probably because I just turned 63. As far as my favorite social media site is concerned, I am now an Old Lady. When I asked my Facebook pals who are also Seniors what kind of promotions have been turning up…
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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…
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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“You’ve put all my anorexic friends on the table nearest the buffet,” I say. “And all my bulimic friends on the other side of the room away from the buffet and the toilets.”
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the little crummy salon that churned out little fat women with pinked curly hair
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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Sulawesi-Kalosi brews bitter and watery without proper care.
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“You did what?”
“Well, the bike is a classic. Getting the proper parts for it just isn’t easy.”
“You’ll end up like smeared all over the road doing things like that, and I’ll have to pick you up again. Geez. Watch out for this branch-”
Bruce held
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The bullet split her head in half before she could finish her sentence. Her blood sprayed out onto my face and covered my lips. The taste of life as it suddenly ended.
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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chains across all the old doors
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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