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We suffer//
the one agony only- of having no longer/
any physical effect nor way to speak/
of what we watch to those we watch.
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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131644
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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131611
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It's a haiku. It's its own snippet.
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131633
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Sitting in the car, John had the urge to kill himself.
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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131600
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Even the old medicine woman seemed to grin with a perverted sort of understanding when she opened the door to find Lys waiting outside. She was comfortable nowhere and ready to flee at any moment.
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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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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131664
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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131594
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He wasn't sure if I was joking.
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131521
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Anatoly Gringovitch sat in the police car returning him to the Opera House.
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131522
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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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131590
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Sit right down in the chair. It's a glider, see? Smooth and easy movement without that annoying head-swing you get from a rocker. And easy to get out of, unlike a lounge chair. Relax. "Reba" reruns will be coming on in a minute.
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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131511
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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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131564
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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131521
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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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Half past six; already, through the gloom Saltwater flourish sifts from wharfs that ply Their play like girls that haunt the midnight's womb, As far it seems as walks of Barbary. Within the bar, French waitresses and sots Play dice with time awhile and rub…
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131521
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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131454
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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131432
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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131454
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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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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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