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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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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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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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The moment I was told of your passing...
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She looks for the obit, can't find. Over and over, looks. Nothing. Nothing except something touching her shoulder. Follow me. Corridors, doors, along and along, no time to notice that this last is the stage door — she was so suddenly there in the blare and…
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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The Poisoning I used to call my dad Serpico. Thirty years on the police force, and though a respected officer, he never fit in. He never had beers with the guys at the end of a shift or engaged in the more lewd locker room talk. None of the other cops were privy to which…
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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.
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156860
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But now she was no longer the little girl.
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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angels give them names of important people, people under the control of evil demons whose influence must be negated at all cost if humanity is to survive into the future and achieve its ultimate potential.
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Lorelei was bombarded constantly with it. She began to hate the city...
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The sun becomes hot. She removes her skirt. She is left with a black bodice, with white laces, leggings underneath and a pair of twelve hole Doc Martens.
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After you started drinking your meals and hating politics I wanted to climb inside, live in your stomach and dissolve. I wanted to make you see, hold you captive with arms stretched, pinned. listen again, swallow…
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Winter in Phoenix Arizona happens in July. An overgrown lawn is working its way up onto The sidewalk. And then there's you with your mower, A hidden newspaper in the middle of everything. Snowflakes puff out from under Spinning blades. You hover above like…
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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156811
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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Flicking the cigarette into the river the man's face becomes soft, as if waving goodbye to the only real attachment that he has felt in decades.
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My first abroad journey completed. A picturesque way to end it all, really. I’m into that, I think to myself: making things play like movies or dramas or as beautifully as I can make them.
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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