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Conversations

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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.

The Mix Tape

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I made her a mix tape. It was revolutionary. Twenty-two songs she had to hear at least once in her life. I even drew some trippy drug-like designs on the label of the CD to make it seem more real. It was the ocean and the sun and every body of land balled up…

#2 Feeding Fire (Poetry)

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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted

Polo

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“You look strangely familiar,” he said, taking a drink and swinging his leg over the horse, landing on the ground beside me ...

The Show Must Go On

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I had the idea for a pageant for my obedience school at spring graduation

The Infinte Wheel

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Scientists have discovered what I already did once on dope way back in the Sixties. There are so many other earths out there that they are almost infinite. Now in our other lives we have to shuttle from planet to planet reading our poems. And

The Trapper Boy at Work, One Mile Underground

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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.

Tootsie Roll

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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.

disparate haiku (mostly)

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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.

On a Count of the Stars

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The number is very large/ and perpetually changes// as old stars fade, explode,/ or collapse into something not stars

Thing To Do In Deptford When You're Dead.

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Velvet answered the door in a red leather dress that was made with just about enough material to make a wallet, and looking like a long limbed drink of water calling out to a thirsty man.

THE BOX

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My Literary Pockets

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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books. It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.

The River of the Parched Spirit

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anxiety said Kierkegaard is the dizziness of freedom

The Obsession of Bentley Squeamish

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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.

The City of Lights

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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.

Off Island

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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...

Catch & Release: Dog Person Depression

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Instead, I get things like, “Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”

Sounds like leaving

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chains across all the old doors

The Code of Hammurabi

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We pull up chairs. I breathe in her Bath and Body Works vanilla, read her paper slowly and aloud because the ears catch what the eyes miss. Her sentences are awkward, stilted.

The Great San Francisco Poetry Wars, 16

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There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were each outfitted with robes, red of course, and mortar-boards with a gold tassel dangling over one eye. It made me positively dizzy. Plus I was extremely hung-over that day.

Swimming Lessons

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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.

Blood Brother

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Treasonous brother

Brothers of the Sacred Circle: A Prayer to Ares

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When our body falters, deny us rest. When our minds crack under the strain, forbid us sanity. When we are too tired to fight give us war.

Ballspenden

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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.

Perfect

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a perfect afternoon

Three More Micros

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Three micros

Artist's Statement: Oracle

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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.

everything moved in circles

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everything moved in circles like the music, the booze and the drugs

John Doe's Jeans

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In the panic following news of my motorcycle crash, my honey fled the house without coat or wallet, and now, nearly midnight, we don’t even have cab fare home.