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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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149687
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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149621
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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149564
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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1495105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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149556
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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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149555
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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149554
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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149564
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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149578
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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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149573
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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It is with great sadness I announce the passing of Ann Bogle on February 28, 2023 after a brief illness. Ann was longtime contributor and editor of these pages and a champion of small press and emerging writers.I knew Ann since the late 1970's when she was an undergraduate…
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149587
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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149543
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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Mother told me that I would go to the moon. But she did not tell me that on Diwali night, the moon hid himself on the other side of the sky.
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I suppose it was inevitable, This crashing of souls, This recognition of possibility to create. If we were younger, We would make a baby, The ultimate act of faith. Now it has to be something else, Nothing to force a track with night feedings, …
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149510
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I leapt up to retaliate when the clang of a distant door quieted my retesance. Shit, why am I so popular? I guess it was my turn to be thrown around like the guy in the Hotdog suit on the corner... Don't shoot the "Hotdog" guy... Please, please don't
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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149433
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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149421
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I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
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I'm gonna write about this after...It'll either be a tale of pain or pleasure hopefully the latterI don't understand how this workswhy sometimes I want to hide from myself other times I can just give in, fully,and everything isohsoheightenedI want it to be beautifuland…
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1494115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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1494108
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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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I can do the hot coals, no problem.
Or, your love, eyes closed.
Or your sneer, spank,
suffering, resentment, rejection.
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