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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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In my day, you could buy a polythene bag of cigarette butts for 5p. And everyone had a proper haircut.In my day, plumbers gave free vasectomies whilst reciting patriotic poems. And all the buses were red.In my day, there was always more than enough sex to go round, with…
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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In that time when the trunk was getting cleared out and when it became only the empty shell of what had once been so important, many things hit the match. She burned an old black negligee, a picture competing with the likes of a Vargas girl and other thin
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how the world is constantlyrevolving her mirroredorbs around the roomlooking for someone tohypnotize, a goddesshell-bent on catching agoon to mortal with; andas you lie from behindyourself so shall she lie withyou. Now, do you reallywant my answer to…
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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Meanwhile it was four o'clock in the morning, Pacific time. Seven o'clock eastern. The cat was busy chasing imaginary mice around the hammock—at least Manuel hoped the mice were imaginary. He loaded the next digital images onto the screen. It seemed to
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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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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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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so many bills to pay
the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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Ascent/Assent
Together the horizon/
Catechism of love
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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