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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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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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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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“Apollo twenty-two. Come in.”, the voice crackled through the speakers of the aircraft. There was only silence broken by a solitary meow and the slight whistle of oxygenated air through the ventilation system. “Captain Snuggles, now that you…
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At night, he saw the commercial, the same one every time: the Watson’s girl, mascot for her father’s pool, spa, and billiards business. The Watson’s girl was a veteran at this, the same one from his youth, the one whose heart-shaped face and cleavage the
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"I have consulted the Internet," the man remarks, squatting low, sorting through a mountain of tablets. He snags two and stands slowly, confidently, and I realize suddenly that he is Moses. Two iPads, cradled surely in each wrist, glow with lists.
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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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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The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening.
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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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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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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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She also castrated her cat. All by herself...with her Swiss Army Knife. And not with the blade either.
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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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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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It's been twenty years since you left. I should call it a day.Even the Obeah woman said as much. But I don't listen. Instead I sit with old and proper ethnic widows in black, waiting for your return. One of them translates my story for the…
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Tiny was my daughter. Or what was left of her. A mucous-y chunk of what was once in my womb and then wasn’t.
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1962, What I wanted was a Levittowner rancher like my best friend had,
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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The streets downtown belong to the people. The people wanted greater transparency. They wanted Mayor Abok to be straight and narrow with them. They wanted their streets to be level and safe to drive their vehicles on. They wanted their streets to be usefu
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There's something in the space youare tonight that's for me asweet presence in my own life,and so like any othercoward I write a poemin vain. It will never beseen as itself by you, butpossibly be mistakenfor an open window. Somewill definitely call itfurniture, some will…
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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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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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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