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The first time that
Beethoven’s Fifth was played,
people ran into the streets.
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There is a the reason for the theft of people and the melting of gold
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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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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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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15301310
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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153010
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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153021
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Be aware the dog is king, radiant, emitting many beams, renewed by and restored by his fullness, his satiety. In many ways underlying all our hearts and minds, out of our notorious youth, ever the flower of our flesh on fire like a little reed next to the dried…
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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She positioned the mouse cursor over the word Bikini and double clicked. The hard drive of the ageing work PC chugged into life as an Excel document dragged itself onto the screen.
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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The summer I turned fourteen I had a job babysitting our neighbor, Pam's three year old daughter, Annie, three nights a week while Pam was going to Junior College, but it was hardly work because, after I tucked Annie in to sleep, I just watched TV, sitting in Pam's den…
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"They don't know how this formed or how it got to where it is today. What we do know is that it's not going to last forever." Said Edward McCabe to his daughter who hadn't learned to talk but communicated with her father through her agreement or disagreem
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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152997
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a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
ticket
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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I know I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity. And you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth. That is only so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest,
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd"
the subject line of the email to myself read.
You see, writing can be hard -
or writing can be easy.
But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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Tomiko did not feel lost. Although she struggled to understand what was going on around her, she knew where she wanted to go.
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The title of the overdue book returned to a public library in San Francisco 100 years after it had been checked out? Forty Minutes Late.(Readers Digest, 04/17)In 1999, Kathy McKeon, Jackie Kennedy's former assistant, went to a Halloween party dressed in a Marge Simpson…
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The mother, a pony-tailed beauty, thinks she looks fat in her
new blue-checked pedal pushers and white blouse tied
under her full breasts— in the latest style.
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Eighteen-year-old Svetlana Kabalevsky was now the widow of the poet Dmetri Kabalevsky, soon to be another widow-whore on the Moscow highway.
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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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