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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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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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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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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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Magdalena followed the receding tide, her tiny feet leaving no rumors in the hard sand. She gathered only the most beautiful shells and presented them to her waiting Abuela. Her grandmother told her that the only things that a woman truly owns are her dreams. She told her…
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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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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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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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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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You need only one who notices.
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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I got to see me the other day.
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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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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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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