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The Bounce

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I. Two cancer scares since June, one came up nothing the other nothing much. (My breasts are dense: I know all about moles— little bastards don't have to get sun to go nuts.) My manuscript travels ether to…

Threshold

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But we proliferated back

July 16

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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.

Sit Down, Here.

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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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[CAUTION: READING THIS STORY COULD CAUSE IRREPARABLE "CULTURE SHOCK" AND IS NOT ADVISED FOR OLD FOLKS, PREGNANT WOMEN, OR THOSE WITH "MONSTROUS, FRAGILE EGOS"!]

Confinement

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Even music relies on what/ you know as music/ for its power to enthrall.

Polaris

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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.

Invoking Fire

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We talk of his time in the jungle.

George Burnett's Secret

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He roared back at her, shaking his empty gun in his right hand, waving his left hand in the air. “I am George Burnett, esquire, late of Balliol College, Oxford! I am a hunter, a killer of pigs! I do not fear you, bear; take the pig and be content!”

In The Wake

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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do

Unsent

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this is where we end -- the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.

Nose

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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.

Silent Night

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The church of the self.

11am, Sunday, in Green

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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.

7 years for us

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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.

No Word for Enchantment

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fanned lashes on rouged cheek a glamorous sea creature in violet perfume

Mr. Pickle and Mr. Peet

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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.

A Requiem For The Heavyweights

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Breathe a stench of Eton musk...

Spaghettiad

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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…

Soft Coral Siren

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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …

These Gothy Days

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(haiku)

Dirt

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Said do you feel it when you touch me?

1935 What I Wanted

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embarrassment

Carrying you

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I woke up to the humming of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,

Abyss

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When Lois finally found him down there, Johnny was wedged between a large rock and the trunk of an old, long since fallen, cottonwood tree. She said as she got to him, she heard his gurgling breath, fighting fiercely to stay alive. When she saw the deep, gathering, red…

Ouroboros

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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.

Wings

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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.

There's a Pube in My Coffee

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Connor didn't bother to wait in the line of busy professionals, opting to cut in front of the sign that announced "Line Forms At Other End."

Looking for Comments

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So do you read my writing?I text youI need to know whatyou like betterThe bloodor the gutsThat's what it is.You see Iput it out therefor you.That's not what it saysbut I know the truth.Am I smart enoughgood enoughdo you think it's crapbecause anyone can like it…

Real life

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He bought damaged and used sex dolls online.