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By the time I was born, my parents were already sickened, blackened, blighted people.
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd"
the subject line of the email to myself read.
You see, writing can be hard -
or writing can be easy.
But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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Slipping into the Sydney Harbour Tunnel like a nocturnal creature fleeing the light, tears stream down my cheeks, spilling from my lips, the pain too great to care about self-preservation. Drunk still, hands clenched, I strain to focus on the world fading into a blur of…
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The struggling creature opened its beak and let out a shrill cry before both parents moved in and, using their webbed feet, forced its head back under the surface.
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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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The Vegan Defense League is a vigilante group formed to fill the gap left by local law enforcement, who jam the parking lot a mile down the road at a donut shop. “By the time the cops finish their coffee and chocolate frosted donuts, we could be dead.”
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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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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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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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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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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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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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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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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"I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be. And so I'm on my way home."--Bob Dylan I don't owe you anything. If I'm a recluse what does it have to do with you? I have the right to be poor. Some things cannot be explained away by letters that…
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