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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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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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151842
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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151732
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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1517108
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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151794
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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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151700
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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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151712
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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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151733
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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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151788
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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151711
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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151700
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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151721
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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151711
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we all die from the bottom up
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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151742
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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151722
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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151723
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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151673
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The drone of radio seeps into the car’s back seat… I hear only bits and pieces of information –
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151612
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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My father owned a penny arcade. I worked for him every summer all during my youth. My job was to hand green tickets to customers who achieved a certain score on Skee-Ball or shuffleboard. The coupons could be redeemed for merchandise which we had on display on…
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151695
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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1516910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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151686
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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Night Flowers By Zofia Barisas The garden lies in deep darkness even in the noon of blazing day. A steamy pond lies still in wait for uncertain footsteps. Here aquatic green spiders, big as frogs, spin iridescent webs from leaf to leaf. Gigantic, ancient trees stand…
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The Inauguration Day Windstorm had blown out half the downtown lights to celebrate its twenty-first birthday. Two old friends flecked with gray snow and white hair sat on the boulders that kept the Sound from sweeping away Myrtle Edwards Park. Look at all the…
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