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each act of creation is a jolt of expectation
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Unless they leave you comatose,/
it’s the disasters you remember.
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129121
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The elephant was breakable and I know that my grandmother held her breath every time I went near it, and I was repeatedly cautioned that it was not to be played with only admired. She taught me in her own way, respect for it. She may have commented on the green with a bit…
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129155
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Due to recent enhancements to our billing system, the rate per unit for your basic service can no longer be determined.
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129154
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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129100
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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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129164
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i am two / one part me / another part them
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129100
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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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Sometimes I had the time right, and sometimes the place; that day, they came together.
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Can we ever truly know reality? I don’t think so. But fly in comfort my friend. Lean back and enjoy the thrust of those engines.
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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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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129164
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I wonder if she is my real mother, if I could get one of those paternity tests and find out if she’s my real mother and if the guy she told me was my father was really my father. I can’t remember him very well, just a lot of him screaming and hollering an
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The woman leapt from the top of the burning building. The flames reddened the faces of the watching crowd. The heat pushed them back. The woman hit the ground. The crowd oooooed. If only I'd been a firewoman, I thought, with a ladder as tall as a building and a…
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129143
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...she had marked the stars with a blue pen, connected the dots to make Andromeda, Cassiopeia, told us of the gods behind the stars...
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129053
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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…
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129001
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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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Her name was Carrie. And yes, it was love at first sight. Yes, she was a client, and you were supposed to keep your hands off the clients. Everyone in real estate knew that. She came into my office and took a seat in the reception area. I had a listing on Cedar…
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129053
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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The door flew open, hitting the wall, and the woman seated in the corner across from her pressed herself against the bench. Loretta saw that down through her petticoats came a trickle of yellow liquid, which pooled on the floor.
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She became suited to herself only. She no longer tried in any way to fit, she fought the molds they created and kept moving in her own direction. Often forward, sometimes a bit backward, and she rightly scaled her own Mt. Olympus and there she sat with he
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129098
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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129000
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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The one at
dusk is not the one you met this morning.
That one's gone like a head in the window.
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We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
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A horn honks, brakes squeal, Chloe’s screaming, pulling at her. She’s lying on the sidewalk. Her shin hurts. Her knee. Chloe kneels beside her. Ring of kids staring. I’m good, she says. I’m good.
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As a child I drowned myself in the pages of books, and as a writer I prefer to be left alone with my imagination.
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