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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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1508115
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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1508128
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in White Heat
there’s a character
who reads lips
using a mirror to see
the mouths of prisoners
in other cells
that’s how I feel
when I talk
with you
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150841
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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150857
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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150865
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I know someone in need of healing.
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150821
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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150853
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He is unmediated by any computer or person. He went rogue in 2016. He has been in your Facebook feed, your Netflix recommendations, your Spotify playlists, your Google ads, and your YouTube pre-roll. But what is next for him? Lets find out.
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150832
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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150875
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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150874
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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150821
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She’s always had one foot on a pedestal and the other in a gutter.
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150831
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'Every raindrop sounds different.' says Barney. He's bouncing along beside his mother, twisting in her hand like warm milk. She looks down at his Big Bear hat and tugs. They wait together at the edge of the busy road. 'How do they sound?' 'Zzzing.…
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150831
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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150866
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And here’s a picture of you
at the end of the line
to the great toilet of
fiction, waiting to
relieve yourself, quick
before the poetry gets to you.
Or worse, the actual
poets.
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150844
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My father died. I took his clothes.
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1508115
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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150832
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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150700
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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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150710
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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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150742
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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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150742
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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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150772
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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150763
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My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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150751
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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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150762
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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150700
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Every morning when he wakes, he lies in bed and waits for one of his toes to twitch or spasm; the moment he feels one of them thrust forward, he gains courage to test his legs. He grimaces either way: one more day of walking, one more day until loss, one more trip to the…
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“I'll have the Ribeye cooked medium rare,” says Bill, who looks over at Julia, blonde hair and disarming smile, and he thinks that she's not bad for a blind date. He doesn't like the way she butters her roll, however, and it agitates him that she spreads…
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