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When The Sun Goes Down

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Though his heart aches his melody seems to flow It creeps into the dreams of all in slumber in the valley below

White Room

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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.

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.

Hope's Amanuensis

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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.

#32: Deep in Structures of Awareness (Structured Poem)

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In ashen hills of yonder

The Commodore

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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top All fin and boatish power

What I Learned From Magazines This Week

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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.

Arcana Magi Memorial Vol.5 - c.4

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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk

Drinking

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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…

Old Houses

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The rocking chair will bite your toes.

~with every breath~

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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.

In The Place Between - Part Three

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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.

Marion and Carolee

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I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.

Night Flight

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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.

Balm (excerpt)

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

Sort of Like Bukowski, But Completely Oblivious

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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.

Exceeded

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I am exceeded / by a leaf

Oopsy-Daisy!

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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]

Daily Living

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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal

Andy on Bloomsday

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I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.

Love Las Muertas

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a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.

Happy New Year's

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Start white flour diet.

When The Conversation Ends

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It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…

Dumpster

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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.

Five Evangelists

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Five evangelists in bathing suits baptize a man while green chilies roast on a Ferris wheel rotisserie

The Head

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

Perdition

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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.

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

Solid

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Explanation within