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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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142100
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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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142011
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Behold! Passion fruit!Aureolin sun condensedRolls off palm and tongue.Spurn taut rounded skinWait for wrinklesRipeness revealed, resplendent —The pinnacle of worth.
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142075
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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142095
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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142051
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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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14201510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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142010
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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142043
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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142000
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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142043
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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142076
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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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142020
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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142021
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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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142021
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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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142064
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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141900
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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141932
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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141900
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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141985
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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141910
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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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1419139
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141910
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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141987
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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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141900
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This had the unintentional effect of me picturing her in a tight white top and tiny orange shorts. From up close like this, I had clearly misjudged her earlier. She could definitely be more than the quirky best friend in my movie.
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141944
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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141810
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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141844
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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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1418107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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