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Acapella

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Its odors of quicklime/ and pyre-smoke will curl/ commingled in acrid air.

On Making Love

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He did many things for love: Once he placed his tongue in his boyfriend’s nostril during sex, because he seemed to have read in the internet that this was a “thing” among the younger of their social class...

The Family of Unsharpened Pencils

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and pressed an area on my forehead between my eyes

An Open Letter For Zombie Rights

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We are what we are, and that is zombies.

Meal

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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.

Happy New Year's

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Start white flour diet.

Speck in the Thrall of Cosmic Forces

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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,

benedictus

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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).

mermaid tale

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your words that came crashing over me/ so cold the clear shock was like salt water

11am, Sunday, in Green

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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.

Heron

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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.

The Writer and the Talker

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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."

Homunculus

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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.

Going Back in Time: Song

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If we go back in time We are living in tents If we go back in time We are living in caves We are fighting over rivers We are fighting over fields Near the soft edges of slime If we go back in time Nothing would have us And we had t

Balm (excerpt)

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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast

Dangerous Questions

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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.

The Lobbyist

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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.

Searching for the Word

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I separate my thoughts into two / camps

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 30

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Anatoly Gringovitch took a swallow of beer, thoughtfully put the cap on his Ferrari da Varese custom fountain pen, and launched into his story:

Why We're Going to Eat Uncle John's Suicide for Breakfast, Tomorrow

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[Party!]

Ichthyology

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The doctors said, when she was born, that the gills would eventually fade away on their own. Nothing to fear, they said; no more unusual than the rare child born with a tail, or a dense pelt of fur, or a single sharp tooth jutting from its new pink gums.

Privacy

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Spying is a different concern. Privacy also. I feel there is a loss of privacy just in believing or realizing it is possible; our forebears did not experience loss of privacy digitally, perhaps in another way.

The Man That Wasn't Hers

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"I am lying on my back and am confused."

Accepting New Patients

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You've had some truly awful shit pumped into your brains for years at a time now. The practice started a long time ago. It's not always your fault. The only lasting way to get it out of your head is to go and figure out exactly where…

The Continuous City

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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.

In The Wake

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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do

Boston Marathon

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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.

Keeping watch

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The machines are alive but she is not. The pads keep her face from being irritated but my mind isn't so lucky."Let me GO!" she cries....at least that's what I hear. They are waiting for permission for her to go. Eager hesitation best describes the tense…

Arcana Magi Zero + Pure - c.7

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Keiko covered her arm while holding the staff. She looked up and saw morning breaking through the sky, but something was unusual about it.

"We Are the Last Minority" Say Surrealist Poets

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"My sister's parrot admires your armpit," X-Lautrec says. "Would you be so kind as to nail an avocado seed to a cup of black coffee?"