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Reading at Menlo Park Senior Center,
old people falling asleep leaning to the left in their chairs,
all in the same direction.
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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1. On the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Eve woke to find herself transformed into a gigantic chess piece made of zeros and ones.2. Eve gazed so long at her smartphone that she found herself falling into it.3. She fell for a time that may have been short or long or…
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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We’d told her that Kasey waitressed. We talked about it a lot, trying to figure something out. I wanted to be honest with her. Kasey said she was too young to understand. I said that was why honesty wouldn’t hurt anything. Kasey said what about later.
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They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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When his mother was all dressed up on New Year’s Eve, and his father, even thought they had tickets for the dance, announced to her he wasn’t going to go, Johnny had gone into his room, put on a white shirt, a dark suit, his dress shoes, and a clip-o
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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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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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149531
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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politics only add to assault and distract
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“Okay,” I say, “but my point is the only way you’d ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it.”
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