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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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In today’s print-on-demand and digital world, there are unlimited avenues for aspiring writers to circulate their work, but deregulation and limitlessness often leads to chaos. Writers are more inclined to release unpolished work that fails to rise to the
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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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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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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sprang straight up to their full galloping heights roaming over your hills like constantly shifting eyes, your strange approximated illuminating hair like ghosts giving birth to a tender smell of green sea foam. This was all I saw, but it was quite…
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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You need only one who notices.
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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“There are so few uses for Crisco, that to keep it in the house seems an unnecessary temptation,” said my health teacher.
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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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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What do you want me to tell you about this next full moon cycle that you don't already intuitively seem to have touched upon in your latest bout of almost there dreams? It too will pass? That it is a totally different unfair animal from the repellent one already…
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