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Rising

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The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…

Guinness for Iron

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My sister / craves raisons

The Show Must Go On

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

Achieving Inner Peace without facebook

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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"

everything moved in circles

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

By Derangement of All Our Senses

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We will collapse in a storm of images

Strings Go

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This woman is naked to the waist and then nakeder below that.

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.

to a gregarious stranger

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Three lines.

Dog Years

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Already my back aches

The Taste in My Mouth

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whose spit is this?

Ghosts

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I see ghosts. They accost me in their sleep. Hundreds of them. When I wake up (after a long night of half-waking), I think, What wold ghosts want with me? I have nothing for them. But at night they're there again, watching, tapping my shoulder as I lay awake. Sometime…

My Church

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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music

The Ice Cream Mantra

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Chant the ice cream mantra. Prance the do dah day ballet. Trot the t-bone tango two-step. Dance the livelong day away.

The River of the Parched Spirit

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anxiety said Kierkegaard is the dizziness of freedom

The City of Lights

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

Conversations

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

Speaking to the Dead

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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…

Love Story

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I don't know when it was I first stumbled across your blog. I know I definitely must've followed the link on your twitter profile, but how I found you in the first place, I have no idea. But fate works in mysterious ways, I suppose. I remember I then visited your blog every…

Desert

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On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.”

#2 Feeding Fire (Poetry)

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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted

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

On Global Warming

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You think I don't know, that's your whole stupid problem. You don't believe in anyone. You must enjoy living in a dark lonely universe. I don't know if you know or not about the lights that live in your own head, but I believe …

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.

Tootsie Roll

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

Mob

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He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.

Cornelius van Linjpleel's Contributions to the Study of Etruscan Tombs

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Cornelius van Linjpleel discovered and excavated for himself a lone Etruscan tomb not far from Populonia in 1898.

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

Blackish by Reason of the Ice

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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"