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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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141911
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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141951
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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141954
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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141976
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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141986
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I'm working through the rocky pine cones so you don't have to. I'm stepping over the little dreaming people in your dreams so we don't wake them with our loud and coming loose footprints. The poem passes by like a heartbreaking train…
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141933
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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141910
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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141911
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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141976
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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141921
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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141900
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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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141866
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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141842
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i saw a sign and it read A PERSON THAT IS MEAN TO THE WAITER IS A MEAN PERSON i thought of you with your high cheekbones, the sense of entitlement unparalleled, the superiority complex that hid much you had a gig and it had probably…
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141852
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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14181312
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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141833
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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141855
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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141811
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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14181711
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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141887
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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141896
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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14181012
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All the things that are his.
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141820
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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141888
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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141821
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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1418105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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141800
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Your father, his father, and his before that, your mother, her mother, and all the way back have kept a tradition by chance or by will to each have a baby (or several) until…
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141800
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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141721
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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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