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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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I know I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity. And you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth. That is only so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest,
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if you have a key fob, you are fired. If you have a real set of keys, you can stay
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It was a mildly windy day of the working week in the financial district of the city—the bright morning sun was out—when a security guard was called to the fifteenth floor to deal with a disruption.
“This way.”
Someone pointed to a desk. At the desk
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Something’s been eating at my craw. I’m just going to go ahead and spill it all out. You ever hear about Poetry Whores? Well, let me tell you a little about them, because if I don’t, then who will? I’m not going to name names. You can pretty much guess
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The model takes off her clothes and poses nude for our class. We draw her likeness on paper.
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You wouldn’t believe an organ the size of a heart could scream like a nine-year-old sissy girl but mine did.
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One by one the hundred matte black drones hummed awake. The buzz was loud on the tiny airfield but died out soon among the waving amber heads of Kansas wheat that surrounded the unsigned base.
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i once knew a place where lost souls gathered. there were various itinerants and the ill-intentioned, the malevolent and hard-hearted. but there were also many good ones and that was a type of charm upon the area. good souls can be lost also, and this is what some…
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She sat in a tall chair and there was only one time in the interview that she took her sunglasses off. She didn't really take them off, but just pulled them down for an instant with thumb and forefinger in order to look out at something going past the window. They said…
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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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It's weird to be here. I wonder if you are here too. You'd probably say oh that was years ago. And you would be right. But I like the things we believed in then. Some of them I still do. You're old I guess. You were so pretty and golden in your…
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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square mannequin-wives who can’t look in their eyes
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“Psst."I paused in my tracks as I walked in front of the building where Two Doughboys used to be.I looked around. The streets were deserted. I saw the big “For Rent” sign in the empty window where the sweet smell of pizza used to emanate. “Over…
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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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I want you to tell me the truth, she said. The whole fucking truth.
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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The Argument: A couple of young female lovers, one slightly older than the other one, decide to part ways. The elder has contracted a terminal illness, and they decide the best way to part ways would be by joining together through a suicide pact.…
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only thoughts lost in lonely trails of red
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His mother hated blue jays, hated them with a passion she usually reserved for no-count trash who drank beer on their front steps and worked on their cars in the street.
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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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Quickly enough, it became clear, however, that this was really all about offers you could not refuse, allegations you could not contest, arrests you could not understand and acts you would not survive.
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A gentle man,
and a fierce woman,
charmed one another
in a shaded gazebo.
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I’m just your ordinary poem,
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the darkness held frieghtened by the surveillance of a distant white shimmer.
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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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The retired, widowed receptionist slapped one hand to the base of her throat with a gasp . . .
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