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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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Larry works the concession stand / near the pier.
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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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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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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First he wrote it in wet cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
with a big heart around it.
He was real proud, you could see.
But then later on that year, the graffiti began
appearing everywhere, on all the store walls:
“Kimberle
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"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
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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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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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The sighs of the nearby shore came to me through an open window.Wave after gentle wave caressed her broad, sand crusted skin. Mesmerized, I lay still.The in out sound of breathing now filled the room.Your warmth enveloping me like the satin…
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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President Kennedy’s national physical fitness program tried to reverse the incoming tide of obesity, but for many it was too late.
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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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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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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