1519 3 2
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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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151921
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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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15192011
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There was a form to it, not reproduction. I wanted to write Moby Dick without a man in it. [I wanted to write Moby Dick with only a woman in it.] But I didn't do it. It's like a seven-year diary, and it did happen. I might write it as memory then.
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151942
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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151894
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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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151812
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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151833
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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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151800
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I'd had a long, hard fall from the pinnacle of the profession. I made the mistake of accepting a mouse pad, coffee mug and a fleece pullover with the logo of Upchux, an anti-reflux drug, on the left breast where you'd get heartburn.
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151811
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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151853
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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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151883
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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151822
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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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151821
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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151844
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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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151873
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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151842
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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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1518159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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151823
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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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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151780
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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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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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151788
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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151733
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151751
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A tissue, she was saying - hand me a tissue. Her seat belt was locked and she was rocking back and forth in it cinching wrinkles into her favorite blue silk blouse. I can't remember her wearing anything else. Her hands were gesturing - on and on- an endless loop…
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1517910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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151786
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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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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