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He stood in front of her. They stood eye to eye. "You aren't supposed to look me in the eye. If I were anyone else you would be smacked down on the ground right now. Treat me as you would a lover, your master."
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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If Don’s story was one of faith carrying someone through his trials, the story of Randy Slafter is another. It was faith that brought him and his family to Johnstown 15 years ago. The wings of faith protected him from the dark angels of grief and tragedy
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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Ayane took another look of the area and it was large warehouse. A loud thud vibrated outside.
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The Gropers of Prague were there, all around us, in spirit if not in fact. Was it KGB? Was it a ghost from my past? Or my own hand?
Stop guessing. It was Einstein himself. The KGB had taken him into custody somehow, though by what authority? All the
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Into the bowl I put Tales from the Crypt, The Far Side and an episode of Numbers. Wisked for a moment, then let the dough rise.
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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When I get my legs pumping, I’ll pop a spoke if I'm not careful. Massive fucking energy! And all that fat I was talking about? I don’t even really have that much of it, any of it really. My body fat is like one percent, which the doctors tell me isn’t
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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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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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“I’m pregnant,” he says...
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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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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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“Every word was once an animal.”--Emerson This circle has been Broken. The mother has Disappeared inside the wounds Of gunfire like an Eye drop. Who knows if Any of them left, crunched Down, whole into the…
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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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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