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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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157231
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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157264
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“What took you so long?” she asks. She seldom asks me that when we’re done, but today I feel ready to protract the glory, to tease out its rise and fall like the lingering chords of a Debussy pastorale.
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157221
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In the house by a kidney-shaped lake, her grandfather was speaking to a stranger about a foreign war that had never ended, had spread close to home.
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157100
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Long ago, this painter Brussegem had hung the dark mantle of Outcast Artist” over his shoulders—and over his life, he formed a strict philosophy—Art and Only Art—and protected his solitude and artistry with all his moody might,....
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15711510
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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157153
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and watched you grinning from your opulent spinning cages and although you were never less than always remarkably perfumed, toappeal I'm guessing to the sniffing about masses, to me they've…
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157121
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Loaded on acid, Billy blatzed into a 7-11, holding his dick like he hoped the store guy would think the thing was an Uzi. The guy laughed and pulled out a .38 Special and the cops carted Billy to jail. …
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1571148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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157132
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I could feel myself slipping back into my old ways again and it always hurt like hell.
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157142
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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157120
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Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
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157120
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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157172
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157111
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Maybe our whole generation is going to hell, but I’m not getting any younger or better looking. Life’s too short for the missionary position.
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1571103
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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157112
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I was an alcoholic for ten years, starting in my early twenties and continuing into my thirties. Then finally, after many attempts, I got myself straightened out. My son's birth finally did it for me. It wasn't like a switch flipped in the delivery room…
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157122
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157134
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“That pool will be the death of me.”Which Dad said at least a couple of times a week. Ten times the week after he'd read the TXU bill.“Goddamn pump, and that twitchy little Polaris. We should fill that pool with dirt and plant some trees and Asian…
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157020
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The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening.
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157076
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Get comfortable with criticism
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157011
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“...you should have something moving around here.” Tracey looked around, then said, “Paul, you should get a cat.”
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157052
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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157021
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She also castrated her cat. All by herself...with her Swiss Army Knife. And not with the blade either.
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157032
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Ty speed-walked down the long ass tunnel that connected his “A” train to the NJ Transit bus, which would take him across the bridge, where he'd splurge for a cab to take him home.
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157011
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"Yes. It was moving, and not along the ground, either. We were. . . looking toward the cemetery, and the ghost or whatever was clearly visible. . ."
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1570118
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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157041
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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