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I give you the rattle of the rattlesnake. I give you a daub of creosote. I give you the metaphysics of glue.
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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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You’ve got me standin’ on my knees,
A’searchin’ for a beggar’s alms,
From folks who’re deaf to all my pleas
And blind to open palms.
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135442
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In the exquisite now, I feel everything around me, in me, before and after, I think, I should call you, say goodnight, but I do not, choose instead to write this poem, as though I can capture the magic of what is happening between us in words, A…
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Q:What made you want to be a person who rides a train?
A:As soon as I learned there was such a thing, I wanted to be one.
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If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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135341
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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135331
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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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135341
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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Over his usual ham sandwich and skim milk for lunch Uncle Waldo used to always say, “Going out in the dead of night without a flashlight is dangerous.” But I knew what I was doing. After dark, I'd slip out and sneaker on down the path to take a dip in a…
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135321
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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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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135389
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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135341
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When I was young I bowed with such forgotten politeness, a young salesman, enchanting, in the silken trades. But I remembered the sun also when it was in Hades, which had forgotten to set, or to rise.
Peace, also, dangled there by the neck. Such a pre
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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135334
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Ascent/Assent
Together the horizon/
Catechism of love
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135321
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Wesley did not rob banks in Banning County. Wesley Roberts was the sheriff of Banning County; robbing its banks would have created a conflict of interest.
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135353
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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135323
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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135253
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I arrange 15 restatements of how lovely you are forward then backward, horizontally then vertically then along the diagonals.
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135287
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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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135222
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Later, my daughter told me that she hadn't been scared because as I lay on the ground unconscious I continued to laugh, gradually relaxing into a big smile as I came around a minute later.
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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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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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Another year has flown, crashed to the ground, and convulsed to its death in a final match with the meaninglessness of existence. Decided to try my luck as a Walmart greeter this year but the apomorphine treatment made me break out in hives and I reacted…
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There is a the reason for the theft of people and the melting of gold
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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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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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