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The bird sat there some time. Several minutes. My wife and I grabbed out i-Pads and took pictures.
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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Psycho? You dare call me psychopath? I am not some crazy person with but the thinnest belt of sanity wrapped around them! The world will know my story… they shall see! My purgatory... this dripping cell… pen and paper to capture the overflow of words…
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Goddamned crabs. He got em. Lenny. Itch. Itch. Itch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
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There aren’t requirements, only expectations. I’m writing this, because, at the time it happened it seemed strange to me. People might think I’m writing because now, it makes sense, right? It doesn’t, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll also tell you what i
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Saturday at Portobello market. Wind whittles leaves from the trees; casts shop signs into windows, turning glass to shimmering fishscale.
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Fragment’s of ignorance strewn by a haphazard hand
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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci
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Tree full of dimes and dollars
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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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^ through a busted window in this desert…
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to us! Without it we are less than human and cannot guarantee your safe passage through our woods any more. Give us back the moon. It is the primary element in the makeup of our deepest breaths taken to invoke all cycles to continue. It contains…
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I stepped down on what looked like a mouse
Bloody and lifeless outside of our house.
I took bag in hand and prepared to grab it
When I realized the thing was the head of a rabbit!
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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Where We Come From (ver. 2.0) (Leadwood, Missouri pop. 1,200) I Matt lit a joint here driving beneath the arms of dying trees The moon shone through in jigsaw puzzles that we could never quite figure out Gravel crackled like leaves in fire …
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ARROGANT MAGNOLIA, the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss. …
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“The King,” he paused, pursed his lips, looked across the crowd of eager and fearful citizens of Ki, “is dead!”
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Savvy as a nine-year-old playing poker with high rollers in Las Vegas, that was Paulie. She'd finally thrown Dick Weasel out the night before, but that morning Diana'd shot down their plan of sharing the house in a “man-free”…
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As the breeze slowly died, another breeze brought her back up, one breeze after another like the hands of God carrying her through the sky.
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There was much joy in Galilee, for it was not often that two marriages, not merely one, were celebrated in one ceremony.
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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on cd I make
john hiatt does not smash
perfectly good guitar
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Madame B would come once a week and tell me things that I needed to know in exchange for some free items. She would come and grasp my hand while telling me the same thing week after week. Madame B always told me to relax and things would eventually come.
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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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A tanka poem inspired by the 40 million debit card numbers stolen from Target stores since Black Friday last month.
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You drive that '67 Ford PU down highway 73 like it's gonna take you where you want to go. Pig truck makes you want to roll up your window, but it's just too damned hot. You stop on the shoulder next to a sign that tells you not to, and you look in your glove box for a…
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