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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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Ross, I've been a ghost hunter for almost 10 years now and this is a place I said I WOULD NEVER NEVER EVER go to!
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Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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You’ll say you should have known. You’ll blame my music.
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he flies away
past the green explosion,
into the azure sky
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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After sex he would get on his old refurbished upright piano and always play that same song. We came to know it as the After-Sex Song.
It was really quite lovely, and touching. I think it made us all feel better around that building. Yeah, I remember t
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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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I pat my pocket to make sure everything’s in order; a Starbucks blueberry scone to sustain me, a $50 Brooks Brothers gift card from my in-laws, and my “piece”–a fully-charged BlackBerry handheld device.
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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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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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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“I”, fuck it. I, I, I, I. It has always only been about me, this voice of mine, indivisibly me. selfishly and pompously. I shall not dispense with the false pleasantries other writers will offer, those writers that say, “Reader, look here, look at the…
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I offer you a peanut butter sandwich full of unconditional love
and you say I'm being controlling, so I let you eat cake, eat cake.
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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Look around you, see what you have built.
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There were guitar players, and as happens with talent sometimes, the guitar players were too talented. There could not be places for all of them in a single rock band.
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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She had a face like a frog: wide mouth, prominent eyes – and when she touched him, her fingers felt clammy on his skin.
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People questioned my motives when I became a smokejumper again. They said I had a death wish, or that somehow by going into battle against the big Pacific Northwest forest fires, I was still trying to put out the flames of the burning car in which my sons Jake (age…
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