1604 13 12
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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160464
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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160400
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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160461
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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160400
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From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.
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160332
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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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160333
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Excelsior: A Poem in Nine Parts Preface: Musings on a Lighthouse by an Eastern Isle (Suggested by a painting by Mario Larrinaga) It is bright tonight; this plain, displaced from place In Time's broad flight, yields…
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160394
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This guy struts and never walks, and while doing so he reads and sends text messages and emails from his smart phone and so never walks in a straight line.
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16032714
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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1603146
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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1603109
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Catherine, after another haunted, bewildering morning wondered if there might be a way to hide from her nightmares. Was there a way to trick them? Shouldn't she try? She drove over the bridge, something she didn't often do, to buy…
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160352
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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160283
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1602148
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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160241
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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160295
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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160221
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The man was happy, filled with it, the happiest he had ever been. He was so happy that he felt he did not deserve it and he deflated.
A woman with apples for shoulders and an eep for a laugh told him that he did deserve to be happy and the man thought
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160221
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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160267
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1. Weeds of the World (Unite!) We invade the invaders and they invade us, these little Blooming weeds. They raise five flowers and let them blow Into the winds like sheets of stars. All of us Steer by their turning tide. All of us will eventually …
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160211
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Her mother sighed, fingering the faux-pearls around her neck. Barbara's neck tensed, almost as though the hair on the back of it would stand up: Here comes a platitude . . .
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160244
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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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16022412
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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160200
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Crack open the roof-- raise the battery on a platform with chains
up into the lightning
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160221
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160201
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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160264
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The cat wound itself around Megan’s neck, its purring curling through Megan’s consciousness. She was the cat and then herself, both things at once.
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16021817
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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1602158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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160210
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160231
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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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