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Passing by PallanteumOr ‘Dido's Song' Form: Double Sestina, iambic pentameter, rhymed Who knows of hell, knows less of paradise? I've known them both, when vanquished in your eyes, When draws the kelp where lost men had their graves Below…
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He is sitting in the infinite rain
and the water is making him some infinite silhouette
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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
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After dividing the sabliereand after the outliers roll away,disappear,or sit like a thrombus between two fingers,will there be enough in the dayfor you to watch the sun saginto its everyday tomb,to listen to the sagittal sighof a passing evening,to eat the last fruits of a…
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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"Psst! You can't hide behind a broken dream.The gardenia's hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain like a residue on your mind. I wish there were an antidote I could share with you, but alas, my apothecary drawer is empty. Many times it's been my…
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Email flash: Kate Winslet is separated hope wells in dry souls
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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Her plastic shopping bag brushes your leg. You look into it and all you see is a 2 liter of Coke, a bag of Lay’s potato chips and a package of Oreos. It’s so oddly touching, so purely American, that your heart breaks a little bit. You want to hug t
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Violet goes with her mother to the home, delivering cookies to old folks. She's getting to hate how she goes along with everything her mother asks. Some of her friends are rebelling already, and Violet feels something under her skin. It's still just a dark shape, lurking…
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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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Ben exited the uptown Broadway Local at 103rd and oriented himself.
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Bud Light, B. O.
and Freeloader Heaven,
they step onto the
back of the bus without a cent
We pass by the Karma Wash
but no one gets off the bus
We pass by the
Endless Soup and Salad Kitchen
where we witness a crowd
swarming over a ch
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It is dead, for a time.
Sometimes we are all dead for a time.
Our lives leave off, sleep under the weight of snow.
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Tiny skiers look like beetles/on a white bedspread. /We watch them fall to earth from/the high peaks and tell ourselves
this is the week that sealed it
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state a shambles, mountains and rivers endure./meanwhile, the city hides amidst spring's thick growth . . .
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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Dragonfly She danced out of the burning rubble, wrapped in a shawl made of iridescent silk. It must have been her grandmother's. Her arms were wings, the silk translucent and fluttering. Fire fell from the sky. Thatched roofs, walls of mud-daubed sticks, the huts…
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"Don't pull too hard," warned Father. "You might sever it from the body, spraying blood into your eyes."
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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John Davies paces nervously around an empty parking lot...
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