1432 5 4
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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143264
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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143211
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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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143200
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When I get my legs pumping, I’ll pop a spoke if I'm not careful. Massive fucking energy! And all that fat I was talking about? I don’t even really have that much of it, any of it really. My body fat is like one percent, which the doctors tell me isn’t
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143275
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The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.
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143200
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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143200
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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143232
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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143282
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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143222
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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143211
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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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143265
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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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14321817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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143289
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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143288
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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143211
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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143211
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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1432135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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1432810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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143111
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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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143186
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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143174
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The marble, it's just there.
I can't explain
how it got there
(or when),
all I know
is that everything
is in that marble.
By "everything,"
I mean every
thing. Your breakfast?
It's there.
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143132
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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143111
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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143100
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Grayson Warren is living the American Dream: a 15-year career as a city cop, a great wife and two kids. And then one day his dream turns into a nightmare.
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143143
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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143152
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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143165
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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143155
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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143132
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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