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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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152500
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A tanka poem about Jolly Old Nick being black as hell.
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152531
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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1524102
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152456
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In my day, you could buy a polythene bag of cigarette butts for 5p. And everyone had a proper haircut.In my day, plumbers gave free vasectomies whilst reciting patriotic poems. And all the buses were red.In my day, there was always more than enough sex to go round, with…
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152422
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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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152494
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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152462
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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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152455
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There’s someone in the audience who is immolating himself
Cutting his own leg over and over with a pen knife
And groaning: “Oh God, oh God”
And all I can think from up at the podium is
This guy must absolutely hate these poems
I am reading
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152431
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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152412
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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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152484
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He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes
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152474
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152422
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In the privacy of a booth?
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152498
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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152421
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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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15231011
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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152364
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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152395
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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152331
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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152355
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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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152333
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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1523126
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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152344
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James Hubert III sat at the bar. It was late. His wife and kids were long in bed and he knew he should be, too. But with the Lovelandtown lift bridge stuck in mid-air, a drink beckoned him. He sat next to Vince DeSantos, a small, stout man, with a bowling
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152310
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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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152300
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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152333
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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152343
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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152332
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I am useless. A freak. Different. They all hate me now. All except you, of course. You will never leave me. Never. I'd kill them all if I could. Every single one. But twenty-four, that's a lot even for me. I'm so sick of the cliques; the special groups and hastily strung…
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1523129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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