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With spring rain
And greening buds
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Daddy comes home, calls us to his room, makes us stand in line, tells us to do it again...
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the darkness held frieghtened by the surveillance of a distant white shimmer.
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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The moon was out. A bouncing ball but suspended. I shall never have a baby, she said. I am not prepared to go through that pain. Also, I for sure would not raise them up if I had them with religion, which is just so much superstition. I'll be a fellow this…
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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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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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114765
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He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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A large shadow cast overhead as the sound of sirens blared in the distance. People looked up at the white clouds consumed by the pitch black cloud.
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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Her friend was a performance artist who gave Marcia a framed picture of her vagina, made with menstrual blood. At least that’s what she told everyone.
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Rachel Stevens is an attractive woman I notice her long fair skinned legs and think that She must wear sun block to live in Arizona And have skirts like that. Today she invites me inside, She says she has a light bulb for me to change — up high. In a friendly…
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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The first days of October are ordinary in the way that milk just hours away from spoiling is ordinary milk. You can baptise your cornflakes with it, but part of you knows the whole thing is just shy of almost right.
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On his way to his first fishing expedition in the Bay Area, the man remembered the rustle and shimmer of the willows by the muddied Jemez River in New Mexico, cold beer, the clean camaraderie of childhood friends. He walked along a path choked with greenery to the San Pablo…
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
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I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
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They make you work
For your pizza in Italy
You have to slice it yourself
While wearing a gas mask
To ward off the cigarette smoke
From every neighboring table
While chasing away the
Mosquitos and the pigeons
The flies and the gypsy r
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Abigail dragged the monkey Nathanial, her favorite plush toy, in the red dust as her parents moved crummy looking cardboard boxes from the house into the back of the custard colored Winnebago. This wasn't the first time she had ever seen a Winnebago; her friend…
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The man who put up the clothes line left his kids upstairs at night and came down to my bed.
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Time Change in Florida #2 Sapped, yes. But not finished. Not yet.So what if I mostly live in my head?Who says I have to be out running aroundimproving body income outgo technical savvy? The dizzy awe of a Southwestern …
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The bird sat there some time. Several minutes. My wife and I grabbed out i-Pads and took pictures.
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At six a.m. he was awakened by the alarm on the watch, and found he could not remove it from his wrist, though he was able to turn it off. Of course, she was gone, but had left a little patchouli-scented note on a pillow.
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Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
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Sarge had done this before. Not with this many rookies and not on a one-way trip. This was a suicide mission. The boys didn't know it, but he did. They weren't coming back. Hell, they couldn't come back
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the smell of the small cedar chips burning in the fireplace
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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