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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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126400
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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126421
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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126300
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"They don't know how this formed or how it got to where it is today. What we do know is that it's not going to last forever." Said Edward McCabe to his daughter who hadn't learned to talk but communicated with her father through her agreement or disagreem
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1263138
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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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126333
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Coffee comes in KCups and you can't fight five wars at the same time.
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126312
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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126342
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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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126300
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Winter is a particle yet unknown to science. Someday it will be described in terms of spins and magnetism. It will be set in high school physics books and there contained: look, here is winter. Graduate students will split it into cold and melancholy and poets will…
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126300
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Her friend was a performance artist who gave Marcia a framed picture of her vagina, made with menstrual blood. At least that’s what she told everyone.
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126321
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son a superfly/alligator shoe clad/networking man/working a beeper and flip phone/twisting blueberry spliffs/on ma's porch
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1263145
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I suggested when we passed the flesh shack that we turn around and that I go in and say to the sex workers that the Russians are fetching $3.5K per hour in Manhattan and it's private, unlike there at that road-side shack.
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126333
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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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126364
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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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126321
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When Reg Cuff heard that Sandlewick's abandoned Tiny Town model village was up for sale, he sold his home and failing business and moved right in.
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126300
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This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
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126397
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Some of the elderly men and women are coming forward....
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126395
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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126220
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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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126201
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Ben followed Jean-Claude’s white Fiat. Every time Ben shifted gears, he was reminded of Arris’s punch.
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126254
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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126232
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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126200
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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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126221
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Ben exited the uptown Broadway Local at 103rd and oriented himself.
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126222
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... “All power is just behind your belly. Look. Knot of belt – just in front of navel – navel is eye of chi.” ...
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126211
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We gig, we perform, we laugh, we cry, we play our guitars, bass, drums, voice.
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126231
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I awake to find a heavy chain shackled around my ankle. I try to remove it but cannot. The length of the chain runs through my apartment, sometimes coiling around itself, but eventually leading out my front door.
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126211
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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126286
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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