1436 5 6
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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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143698
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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143521
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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143554
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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143541
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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143522
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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143500
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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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14351711
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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1435107
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“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …
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14353118
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... “All power is just behind your belly. Look. Knot of belt – just in front of navel – navel is eye of chi.” ...
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143511
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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143533
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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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143566
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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
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143522
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A single woman should regard every train ride as an opportunity, I once read in one of those “How to Find A Boyfriend” books. “When boarding the train, don't take the first available seat,“ the author advised. “Walk through all the cars…
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143554
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A study found that in bat species noted for female monogamy male bats have small testes and big brains, while in species noted for female promiscuity males have testicles five times as big, but smaller brains.
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143540
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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143510
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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143522
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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143511
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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143520
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My brother Herb married his high school sweetheart right after completing college. This was a girl named Beryl, whom he'd met originally in Mr. Reinert's marching band at York High School in Elmhurst. I remember one day in particular in the middle of the
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143521
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"You don't need the gun," Dean said. "Bring me a bottle of peroxide and some duct tape."
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1435115
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She stepped inlike ice alonecould save hershe dived,slicing the wavewith her body her fresh pony tailsubmergedlike a silk scarfthen swam moving thewater awaylike whirlpoolscould hold her buoyantly save her from the headachewhispering wordsThey had been there all…
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14351814
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His eyes are wide then narrow and brown. Hers are gray then they look away, toward the back door where a delivery driver has walked in, carrying a tray. Nothing is going to happen today.
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143541
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When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
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143577
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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143432
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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143420
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He had a lean build, except, remarkably, his midsection was perfectly barrel-like. As if he kept an alien lifeform in his belly, cultivated by years of Pabst and Yuengling transfusions.
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143484
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A man bows his head
and crosses his chest
before crossing the street
and the rain keeps falling
on his bare blue shirt
and on top of his head
The taxis will not stop
The light’s still red
as the man waits
for the sign of the hands
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143411
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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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143400
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Two women are escorted to the desert, where they are shackled to the ground. Who are they, what have the done, and will they survive?
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