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Birds of a Feather

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Contention over market share/ is bred in them and we are cousins

Polaris

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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.

Misunderstood, Meet Cynical.

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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…

Neil Gaiman

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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.

You May Telephone From Here

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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…

The French Horn Behind Me

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And right there beside me That single wobbling Snail-like trail of my heavy French Horn case

Deception

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Distance.

The Street Singer

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The Street singer gathers up his coins and counts to a hundred before The last string stops vibrating

Home Land

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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.

Deadly Decoy

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‘A whole damn plane is missing and the only damn clue we have is a 9mm bullet,’ Picasso said to Victor Bravo whom he calls Torv. He’s his partner at the Picasso Investigation Agency. They questioned the guard assigned on the night of the plane

Falling Towards Oblivion Avenue

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At some point, you care/ just enough to wake each morning,

There's A Place I Know

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“Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water."- W.C. Fields Around the next corner is a dark green door a dark…

The Works

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The woman in green doesn’t want to encounter the meter maid who is actually a man and so waits to one side at the newspaper racks as if purchasing a paper while that person writes the parking ticket (this city needs that money) and drives away in his li

The Boyfriend

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As a boyfriend, he knows that such A.D.D. insensitivity could be considered a major liability in the eyes of most girlfriends, including his.

Bats in the Catacomb

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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire

End Scene

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In the fall it is especially beautiful with the blazing orange oaks set on fire against a crystal blue sky. It is here that she frequently daydreams of her demise.

Girl in 'Nam (Part 2)

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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.

//i look beneath your skin:

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x ≥ ponds rise beyond where you & i have stood

The Head

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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.

Flicker

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His eyes were marbles floating over a void.

The Snake Pit

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They come in my room without knocking and I'm nekkid.

Horace

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The young boy sat on the swing, hearing sirens in the distance. The tops of his shoes were dirty. His fingers as well, where he drew stick figures of people in the dirt. His…

Otillie

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Shhh. I am here. Otillie Augustine, from Trieste, an Italian city to you, but when I lived it was part of Austria. Such things as who flies their flags over a city? Not so important after all, after all the losses and the victory speeches. These were not…

Beauty

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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”

Solution

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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."

Dirt

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Said do you feel it when you touch me?

77 Words Sparked by Insomnia

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Mice dreams are a reality ...

Inheritance

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My father died. I took his clothes.

The Bird King's Eggs

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1The Bird King's eggs are subatomic particles created serendipitously by a sneeze in a quantum physicist's dream.Occupying a space between existence and nothingness, reason and madness, broccoli and…

From Solitas To Libramentum

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Look around you, see what you have built.