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‘It's perfect,' said Maggie as she lay in the casket. Harold Barnes offered his hand. ‘It's a shame he never got to see it,' Maggie continued as she climbed free of the coffin.
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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I watch the seagulls making their quacking noises
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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I almost caught a poet today.
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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I said hey man, how you doin’? He looked up and nodded but his shades flashed and I couldn’t see his eyes.
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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Colton nods, without words, understanding the significance of every word that the Old Man has uttered, knowing that in the end, given enough time, we all go down that lonely corner, to embrace the darkness, wishing to be cured of our sentiments.
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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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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…
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.
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I want to be adored for something and chose poetry to be that something adored for. But Annie doesn’t see why anyone would ever choose anything over love.
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"That zit on your forehead just won't go away, will it, sweetie?" she adds as she brushes her daughter's bangs downward.
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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The woman lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She took a long drag, tilted her head back, paused. Her eyes flicked to the NO…
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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Aura arrives with the incense and her mysteries. Her scent of wet earth, and crushed flowers, a touch of Jasmine and Frankincense. Her dark hands passing over my body, her warmth. A whisper. A prayer.
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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