1550 6 5
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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155031
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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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155021
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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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155086
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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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155021
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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155000
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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155042
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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155078
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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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1550129
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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155000
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Lottie was a slim, fine looking woman. But Dale thought her breast implants were the worst case of overkill he had ever seen.
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155011
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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155053
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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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1550135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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155044
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My father died. I took his clothes.
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154920
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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1549103
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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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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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154952
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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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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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154964
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The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
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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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154921
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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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154931
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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15491310
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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154920
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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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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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