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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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Welcome the one and the all of you, welcome all you scraggly long haired weeds, welcome the no longer rolling stones of the new you, welcome you most beautiful little wonderfully…
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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Before the railroad tracks are blown off by the wind, the wall tiles morph to trace 34th Streetwhile a silver balloon emerges from the end of the tunnel. A child’s hand reaches out for the gleam and she, the woman in a black-dress with a mandarin collar,
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…
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There are those people, stranded on the moon, just like us, but that's not necessarily what I'm looking for here (though). Panic plus negativity won't pull us any closer to freedom through the barbed-wire halls of traditional hate. And that means…
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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I'll still want the blinds open
and the lights on,
to see the papier-mache of our flesh
fighting death away to the century mark,
even if you only want to live until
a ripe eighty-two.
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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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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My father died. I took his clothes.
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He draped the sheet over her body. Blood spotted the fabric, rose petals on snow.He left the pistol, but pocketed the first edition she'd signed. Part of his fee.In the park, he ditched the glasses, fake mustache, and anorak before making the call.The publisher called an…
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You don't have to push back so hard. We wore our hair long. We wanted the animals to trust us in their wild open spaces. Everything will come undone. We wore our hair long because we wanted to Be able to find our way home in the dark…
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It’s as she reaches into the fridge for the carton of half-and-half with the grainy waxy photo of the little girl—Last Seen 10/2/06—that the memory surfaces:
“Hey. That’s mine.”
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…
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She put the Necco wafer on Sally's tongue."You can't be the priest, Emma" Sally said nearly choking on the hard, chalky disk."Then why you on yaw knees stupid?""You said to be prayin' and like in church, but you can't be doin' priest stuff. That's for…
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