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Of course they (the coffee and cream) were lovers, chemically made for one another, warmly exploring their partner's particles with the passion of a first kiss.
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.
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alright, alright but not so much of a friendly little cigar-chomping companion-like a friendly ghost! That sweeping hair of longed for sleeping only awaits you once you've drowned too …
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Mum and Dad are dead, though I'm the only person who has noticed. They're sipping their tea in the kitchen. Dad keeps coughing up maggots. Mum's face looks like a cracked mirror: I see myself in it, broken, dark. My brothers carry on as normal. They huddle by the TV,…
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Dear Friend:
As a visitor to Wonderland in the past, you are truly among our most treasured friends. It is the enthusiasm for whimsy such as yours that spurs us to continue to provide perplexing chaos for which we are so widely esteemed, the better to
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the honesty of bodies & the lies hidden under skin.
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Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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The first burned slowly in the distance. I built a small fire to keep warm. Snow covered the area as far as the eye could see. The sun burned bright in the sky above and the mountains disappeared onto the horizon. My gear had some wear and tear from t
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There's a witch in Laurel Canyon.She made Wes a promise.Her bungalow smelled like Parliaments. Parliaments, garlic frying in olive oil. Parliaments, garlic frying in olive, and a freshly opened pack of Red Vines. Wes could have curled up into a ball and fallen asleep on her…
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I remember, when I was selling real estate, how you could always tell when there'd been a divorce. One room was conspicuously left emptied of its contents, and these rooms were never swept or tidied. Instead they were left just as they were when the par
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It starts with a letter, down the back of the couch, ending, ‘love, always.' I read only the kisses aimed at me - a firing line running off the page. How long has that letter hidden there? It secreted itself in a corner of the house…
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Everything was cool until she used the phrase, "five million dollar home."
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.
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Mayumi and Rumiko stood at the top of a hill into stone forest, with the town in view from a distance. The mist made a single path, safe for everyone to travel through. In the town, there were lights flickering everywhere, some areas in total darkness.
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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Wicklow sat in the handicapped stall, pants down and straining, fed up to here with a world in which he couldn’t even take a decent crap.
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He sits in the best chair and it collapses so he unfolds himself up like a mechanical shadow and sits in the second best chair.
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If you were glassI'd fog you up With my breathI'd leave messagesPictographsIn fingerprints I'd press in closeSo would youAnd so we'd danceBut you are glassAn inch of depthTo catch my breath
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My story begins where so many have ended, strapped fast to a cold table, just moments from a lobotomy needle and anything resembling the man that I am.
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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci
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I had a sister-in-law who was a licensed nutritionist. Not sure what “licensed” means, but she had some certificate and worked in a hospital. Hospitals! Places not known for their cuisine, much less their nutrition. —So, what do you…
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