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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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144487
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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144487
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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144464
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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144455
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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144444
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I slide my CD toward Eric Burdon who sits, smiling and gracious and fatigued from Seattle traffic, at the table at Silver Platters, where I have just purchased ‘Til Your River Runs Dry, and stood in a line of old gray heads to have him sign it. I remove my hat and…
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1444115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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144442
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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144320
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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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14431511
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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144386
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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144355
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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144321
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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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144340
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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144366
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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144333
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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1443103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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144351
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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144311
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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144333
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I reach out and grab a can of soup with each hand and spin them around to dive into this much-heralded sodium situation. It's a landslide. I almost smile as I put low sodium back and continue to hold tightly onto regular.
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144371
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144320
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Each had jostled and laboured for his or her place upon the blunt outcrop, in the cold persistent darkness, where the outcrop was merely something that had fallen and not quite been washed away.
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144311
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There was no need to drive. She could travel ten miles in ten minutes. She merely had to be careful not to step on any cars or trucks.
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144320
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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144310
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It was an eagle in the waves
Those eyes make no mistake
Especially from a mile high
Blue fish and tuna
Too dumb to run
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144322
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“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
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144300
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“I believe this is a case that is very much worth our time. Its probably the most important case thus far in your reign,” Henry said, “my lord.”
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144232
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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144243
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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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144231
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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