1630 7 7
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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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1630 13 12
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Times were tough back then. Just a few jobs. This was in the late thirties. It's the story of how Albert hooked up with Iris. Their unlikely meeting took place when they met out on the Highway 61 right-of-way just outside of Natchez, Mississippi, each trying to hitch…
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1630 8 8
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I could hide away in this tower
But I am Rapunzel
And I will let down my hair
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1629 13 6
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Eric was born with three testicles.
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1629 5 5
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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1629 8 8
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I clearly see the squirrels of
negativity all around me
or at least I sense that
they are there,
filling in the blank spaces
as I read down the page
prior to arriving at
the meaning of everything.
The greenness of figs
before they
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1629 5 5
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In an authentic Irish pub in Las Vegas where over much crowd noise the three of us are discussing Yeats, Joyce and Lady Gregory. We’re in an Irish pub after all, plus the fact we’re literature profs attending a Vegas academic conference.
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1629 13 11
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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1629 4 3
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It was bound to happen. Even celebrities can only take so much. The constant comparisons to Christ (people still think He was born in December), assumptions that he was anti-Semite or anti-Islam, and accusations from PETA, now ad litem for…
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1629 2 0
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Rothko and Stella loved the beach. To Jalapeno it was just one big litter box and for her it held no great appeal. She sprawled sunbathing on the dashboard lifting a lid occasionally to watch Lauren riding a wave. The dogs delirious with freedom romped and chased tight…
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1629 2 2
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Exhausted, weak from the struggle against the personal gift of terrorism delivered by her ex-boyfriend, she died for a few minutes.
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1629 13 5
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There were guitar players, and as happens with talent sometimes, the guitar players were too talented. There could not be places for all of them in a single rock band.
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1628 6 1
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Mr. Wazzeldot has seven legs. He lives very comfortably. He likes to sit by the fire. There's a large cushion for a chair, and in the evenings, he sips his Bloody Marys. I know because I visit him…
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1628 2 1
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They were really big, a lot larger and taller and stronger than he was. Sometimes they were holding him, all of him, high up in the air. Sometimes they would have him crawl in front of them. Often they put him into some form of holding cell.
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1628 2 0
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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1628 9 4
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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1628 2 0
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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1628 5 5
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I asked her how she came to be at our little party. We all knew she was an intern. What would she want with the likes of us, the orderlies and techs and strays? She just held up Ed's flyer and said, "Why not?" But she didn't look happy. We fired up and someone said, "Let's…
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1628 4 2
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My playing would falter languidly, and transcend itself like a wishful Nocturne
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1628 23 11
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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1628 6 5
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Yes, I can imagine it now/
how we could each disappear completely/
connected only through memory's fault lines/
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1628 2 1
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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1628 0 0
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“You shouldn’t have gone inside,” he said, after she told him what had happened. “I know that’s what you’re used to doing here, with people we know. But he’s not from around here. Don’t go back over there, okay?”
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1628 2 3
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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1628 3 0
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There's something wrong with my feet, if they are my feet at all.
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1628 10 6
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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1628 8 6
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...the scream and the face...
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1627 10 7
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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1627 2 1
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Welcome to OTHERS. A place where I hope you will experience the enchantment of a time and place like no other
MATTITUCK 1971
LIKE YOU NEVER KNEW IT
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“I’m making a dress,” she said, feeding the pages through the sewing machine.
He didn’t know how to answer. “Are those my books?”
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