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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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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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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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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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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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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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The young boy woke to the sound of laughter. He blinked himself out of deep sleep and allowed…
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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...to know they are not alone
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child’s open hands
you’d look up at me and smile
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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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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