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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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1520158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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152010
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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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152054
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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152000
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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15201817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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1520179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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152021
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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152055
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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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152031
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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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152032
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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 …
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152042
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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152030
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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152032
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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…
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152086
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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1519107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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15191711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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1519115
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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151940
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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151987
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151910
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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151931
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151944
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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151965
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He doesn't call, not even on her birthday. She doesn't mention it or complain. She knows she doesn't have it as bad as some, even in this privileged Triangle of North Carolina. She is white and pretty and belongs to what's left of the middle…
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151986
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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151920
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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151921
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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15191511
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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…
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151980
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Joe's, always smelling of cherry chapstick or the breeze that comes up from subway grates, used to service some of the finest dupes in town.
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1519115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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