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we all die from the bottom up
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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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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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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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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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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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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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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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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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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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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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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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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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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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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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The drone of radio seeps into the car’s back seat… I hear only bits and pieces of information –
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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