1481 5 5
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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148143
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leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
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1481126
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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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148166
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With their brightly-colored bits of
found string
woven into the walls of their nests
to teach their baby birds
what the worms of the future
will look like.
Somewhat like the
cave paintings of Lascaux
for early man in France,
when hunti
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148142
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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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1481118
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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148142
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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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1481128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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148150
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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148151
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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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148121
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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148132
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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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148143
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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148154
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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148111
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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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148097
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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148064
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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148031
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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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148052
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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148000
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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148078
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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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1480116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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148012
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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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148053
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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1480126
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148041
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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147900
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Rome and Carthage wage war as Hannibal crosses the Alps and invades Italy. With him, he brings an army of barbarian hordes hellbent on reducing Rome to ash. For one young Roman soldier, Gaius, he is trapped between his loyalties to the republic, and to hi
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1479158
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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1479179
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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147900
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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