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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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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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Condensation on the Glass Riding down 22, I'm looking out the window. Time is a whirlwind. Your memory relinquishes itself, yellowed and fraying at the edges. It's raining and cold. I make a smiley face in the condensation …
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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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155011
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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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155032
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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1549158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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154986
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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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154933
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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15491911
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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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154973
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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1549139
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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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154932
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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154921
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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154931
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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154911
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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1549135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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154944
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My father died. I took his clothes.
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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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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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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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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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154800
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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154852
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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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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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