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It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
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"Did you want that with the shrimp or the chicken?" the waitress asked. "Uh, shrimp is fine" the old man replied. "I'll be right back with some more bread" the waitress plasters a fake smile on as she walks away. 'What the hell am I doing. I've got a BS i
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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OF ALL 2,000 YEARS 10 Point The city after the snow was Medieval, the thousand paths wound as browsing deer. Inside her coat what wild heart. Lethe The beads were rolled-river at her throat, milk blue on a yellow string. I…
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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Gravity? What does that have to do with writing or with this improbable tether of blue marbles?
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This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .
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Megumi paused for a moment, understanding Mrs. Akamatsu’s concern, but looking back at the Society, she shook her head in rejection.
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I packed food for a lifetime, clothes and boots, all the guns, and the audio of our poetry...
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Francesco needed a magnifying glass to read her little missives.
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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Today’s new YouTube kitten;
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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When I first met Luther he was sitting on the sidewalk, his back pushed up against a vacant storefront wall, thumbing through the “help wanted” section of a few-days-old copy of our local paper and I was moved to offer him a couple of dollars for which he said,…
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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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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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Her cash. It smelled like seven-dollar-a-quart gardenia perfume and cave aged cheese—like hope overgrown with mildew.
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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in their hunt for desires not felt on either side of the crescent /
called Gowanus
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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This was looking down from what we know as The Grassy Knoll.
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You want to get laid talking socks
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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WANTED: a Muse.
Former Special Forces solider turned poet seeking artistic inspiration. Brunettes preferred but blondes will not be turned away; gingers, however, are out of the question. Must have a voice that sounds like money, a self-destructive tem
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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