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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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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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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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We were a perfect match of broken pieces of flesh and cobalt. We moved in waves of couch plastic crinkling and clicking.
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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She didn't want to let go of the crumpled tissue she had been holding all this time, as it is wrong to litter, but she finally did, and felt free. Released. Bad. Naughty. Almost orgasmic.
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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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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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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What did it mean? What would a psychologist say? Oh, who cares. In my opinion, we ask why, what, when, where, and how too often.
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The Snowman grinned malevolently as the Sugar Plum fairies shook in their tiny powdered boots."Santa has one more hour and then you're all marshmallow toasts!" the Snowman said. He laughed and he laughed. His evil plan? He wanted the key to time delivered to him personally…
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A customary phone call from home. What are you doing she says? Playing football I retort – what else. The usual sigh and a faint giggle followed. Much unlike how it backfired back in the late 20’s and we were going to make it the reason to break up! The p
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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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