1520 5 4
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Quarts of philosophy may be transacted by semantic obstetrics.
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152077
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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1520159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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152021
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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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152011
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Suddenly the producer, Irving, tosses a new idea into the discussion, an idea for a possible film. Then the writer, Herbert, does the talking. He performs, in fact, puts on a one-man show. The idea! The idea! It's…
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152043
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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151994
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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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151900
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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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151922
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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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151932
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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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151942
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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151812
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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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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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1518910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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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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151886
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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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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151821
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I stared at these meteor impacts, feeling far away, a lone sentient cloud admiring the scoured yet wondrous earth-of-this-girl below me, the lean slope of her side, the soft dip of her neck, the sharp edge of her cheekbone, the monarch wing of her eyelash
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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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151822
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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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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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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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15171510
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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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151795
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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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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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