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Suddenly I'm not feeling it anymore. /
Poetry has become insufficient. /
I can't do it like I used to.
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147222
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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147221
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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147255
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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147242
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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147261
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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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1472134
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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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147221
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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147200
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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147164
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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147152
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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147176
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Get comfortable with criticism
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147143
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When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…
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147140
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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1471103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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147142
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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147121
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Soon the world is on film that is burning.
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1471157
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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147100
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You need only one who notices.
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147174
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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147100
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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147121
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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147160
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The Star Trek marathon ends, and he flips channels. An episode of Full House is on. The cheesy plot lines and attractive women (specifically, DJ Tanner in the late seasons) have become a freakish comfort.
In today's episode, the Tanners are baby sitt
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147021
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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147062
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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147054
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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147050
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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147055
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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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