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They look like amateur beavers, all twenty-seven of them on their knees, gnawing through frosting bark. My wife is taking notes on a huge purple flower, listening to the kids as they shout out what tree corresponds to what flavor.
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140773
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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t
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140711
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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1407147
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Follow the money. It seeks/
the lowest of the low and finds them here/
in an embarrassing abundance.
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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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140794
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When it starts looking bad enough, I bundle up and head out the door.
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It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…
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140721
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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140786
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My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.
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140797
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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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When the hay was ripe it stirred and rippled like water.
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140721
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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140642
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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Is this a place to show posterity and mortality?
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140641
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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140621
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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140662
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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In the last test Anna barely managed to stay within the limit, but right now she had problems with her father in law who’s been luring her husband into alcohol, and with her husband who’s been luring the father in law into drugs.
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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140676
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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The mind sparkles with Shakespeare. It's like hearing the rain fall. The world becomes silent and dark and the rain becomes snow and falls like snow and rests on the ground like snow and informs the mind with the values of heaven. A distant oboe pins its sympathies…
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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I. he leans his messy head against the walland contemplates his wild mistakeshe discovers a nest of red spidersoutside his rotting basement doorhe watches television in his socksand…
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The light on his face from a lamp,
felt hat with a black band scrunched down,
the light on his face as though thrown there,
the nose creating a strong shadow,
with dark, straight eyebrows under the hat,
red and orange beard.
Leaning forwar
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Thank you for the flip book with the woman dancing, bird wing elbows, knees this way and that.
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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