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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…
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Remember the equatorial heat, the flies,/
the lurking hum and scream of jungle,/
the squalor? Remember the functionary.
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155355
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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Other men looked up and, rather than feeling pleasantly surprised at the sudden sound of ethereal metal crickets in their presence, left the restroom after hastily finishing their silent shaking. Mitch joined them, feeling like a coward for being afraid o
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155312
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I was an alcoholic for ten years, starting in my early twenties and continuing into my thirties. Then finally, after many attempts, I got myself straightened out. My son's birth finally did it for me. It wasn't like a switch flipped in the delivery room…
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155311
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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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155396
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Earlier that morning a tree in the yard had filled with starlings, and on the way home after lunch, the sky held planes that looked like starlings, floating together.
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155300
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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155222
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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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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I don’t know how some can do it. Can they just walk off the animal in the yard or something, and forget about love altogether? Some have that built-in coldness of the soul, I guess. I don’t get it. The blood does not seem to shake their hearts. Are th
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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She is trying to quit—nasty habit this smoking. Still, this is the only time she lets herself smoke these days: Laundry day.
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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…
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1552116
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Five evangelists in bathing suits
baptize a man
while green chilies
roast on a Ferris wheel rotisserie
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1552103
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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Two days ago, a friend of mine and I met at my house. She was a nurse, and could only visit my house very late at night when her shift ended. We don’t meet often because she is very busy saving lives and generally being a more useful human being in societ
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155264
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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155222
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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155299
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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1551103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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155161
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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